Keeping Secrets...
I just had a conversation with my best friend 
My little Sister, who this short post will be dedicated to, died from cancer 8 years ago last March. My brother knew She was dying and honoured her wish for secrecy. I am still devastated by this. I try to push the anger from this betrayal down. Not a day goes by that I am not reminded of this somehow. I do not talk about it often tho. The people I have spoken to agree that I and my father should have been told about this terminal illness.
I was so devastated I could not function. I just could not trust myself to not lash out in anger. My absence was to protect them. And also myself from incarceration. Cowardly? Depends on your point of view.
My wife put on a brave face and represented me at the gathering. I somehow made the deliveries I had scheduled for that week. Many times pulling over just to weep uncontrollably. I then parked the truck and went into withdrawal for several weeks. I did not even trust myself behind the wheel of a big truck. They knew of the terminal diagnosis for months, not days. I still struggle with the confusion of Why? Did they, (the family members who knew), harbour that much hatred towards us? How Cowardly were they by not giving my father and I a chance to say, "We Love You and Good-Bye."
My Kelly confronted my brother at the funeral home. "How could you not tell Randy.?" He said "I thought we had more time..."
This is the first time I have written about this. It also may be the last.
I got nothin' else. These photos of my lost friend, my little sister. Who for whatever reason, chose to not say good-bye to me. They will have to say the rest...
R.I.P. Misti "Mick" Leigh Briggs (1972-2015)
Thank You for taking a few minutes to share in this painful memory. To simply say...
I Love You & Good-Bye