Perhaps you all remember that we moved into a new (to us) house in October. On our first night there I woke up violently ill. I kept throwing up and finally lay down on the bathroom floor because I was too weak to go back to bed between bouts. I just lay there wishing I could die. I got a call the next day to tell me that my brother had collapse at work (no heartbeat) and was rushed to the hospital. He was brain dead. He was kept on a ventilator for several days after that but he, in fact died, just before I started throwing up.
I don't know for sure but I will always wonder if I somehow knew that he was gone because we were so close. It wasn't uncommon for one of us to call the other as he/she was about to call. We even sent each other identical Christmas cards not once but TWICE. God I miss him! |