When I lazily opened my eyes at 8:30 a.m. this morning and rolled out of bed, I had no idea. As I sipped my pumpkin coffee and watched CNN, I had no idea. When I headed out—on what I thought was an ordinary Saturday—for some fall clothes shopping, I—you guessed it—had no idea. I had no fucking idea, as I sat down for my first glass of scotch, that later that day, I’d be writing the following email to my supervisor:
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Natalia:
My brother was just given one week to live. I’m on my way to the bay area now to spend some time with him, I plan to be back to work on Thursday. I’m sorry to communicate this to you via email but I’m too emotional to talk by phone. I’ll be available on my cell, if you or anyone else needs to get in touch. Thanks.
6 comments:
I'm so sorry, Leila. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Barbora
Oh, Leila. I'm so, so sorry :( I'm thinking of you, your little brother and your entire family.
i am so sorry babe this is all going so fast.
you and your family are in my thoughts.. *hugs*
Leila,
I'm truly sorry to hear this news. I lost my dad this year, and still am struggling with it. Be strong. John 14 has words that really helped me. I am praying for you and your brother.
Best Regards.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. I'm definitely loosing my mind. And Barbora!?! Never thought I'd see that name again, how are you?
Terrible shock. Again, so sorry. I'll keep you in my prayers.
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