part of the reason i’ve been communication-awol for the past month
My mom called me a few weeks ago, the week before Duke’s graduation, to tell me that her brother-in-law’s cancer had taken a turn for the worst. Tonight, he passed away. Ely is the third of her relatives she’s lost in the last ten months, after her father and older brother.
I’m so worried for my mom. The older I get, the more fragile I realize she is. She’s kind, generous, strong, unrelenting… but it wears at her until I feel she’ll splinter if I lean on her.
She wants to take on the world’s burdens, but I’m afraid that they will crush her.
I am afraid.
I have less than five weeks left here before I leave for London, and I’ll be spending as much of it as I can with my family. I want to be as present as I can, in every way possible.
If I’m lax in communication, don’t take it personally. I need to deal with things here before thinking about anything beyond the borders of these walls.