My brother, James, always known to his
family as Jimbo
The title of my blog post today, "All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill."
is from Spoon River Anthology (1915) by Edgar Lee Masters.
|My aunt Billie, giving another party to one of our family members.|
This was a birthday party for my daughter, Lucinda, in 1984.
|My brother Jimbo and me. (I sure have a big head|
in this picture! :~) ) He was 14 months younger than me.
Yesterday I was getting ready for my aunt's funeral service and was almost ready to leave when my sister called. My sister was hysterical and told me my brother had died! He had not answered the phone on Tuesday evening when my sister had called him to tell him about my aunt's death. My nephew had found him yesterday at his home. Not yet sure of the details, my aunt and brother could have passed away on the same day.
Needless to say, my sister and I were not able to attend my aunt's funeral. I called my cousin to tell her why and of course she was shocked with this lastest news.
We just have to make it through these next few days, I am concerned about my own health and that of my sister's.
To my dear blog readers, I will be back on before too long. You know me, I can't stay away from my blog. ;~)
Thank you so much for allowing me to share this with you.