That Widow

Day 101 and they’re leaving too.

My brother called me a couple of weeks ago to let me know my sister-in-law might be taking a new job a few states away. Gut. Punch. I cried but told him I was proud of him for making himself uncomfortable for her to get to her next goal. Him and I are opposites on the personality spectrum until he gets drinking and then we even out more lol. Anyways he likes his routine and knowing people and the neighborhood/city but now everything is going to be different and so that’s really hard for him. I had to put on my grown up pants and be supportive to help ease his worry. Today, my sister-in-law officially accepted the new position so they have to move and she starts in a little over a month. Whirl wind, especially because she’s due with baby number 3 in about 3 months.

Man does it suck he’s leaving though. Him and I only had each other to rely on growing up. Yes my mom provided for us but he was my rock, still is. When I was on bed rest in the hospital, with my first, at 31 weeks pregnant, my husband left to go paint the nursery, even though I had been bugging him for months to help me get it set up, but we had sooooo much time he said, HA! So he leaves and my brother comes to sit with me and we’re watching the summer Olympics, my favorite, while I’m hooked up to a non-stress test to check the baby. It wasn’t going so well as the heart rate kept dropping and I could hear it and knew it wasn’t good. The nurse and doctor came in and said I was being moved immediately and I had to deliver that day. I was obviously upset and my brother just put his hand on my shoulder and I took a breath and got my shit together. That’s him though, silent but strong. Now he’s going to be a few states away and I don’t know how to handle all these guys leaving me.

Day 101 and we are family.