Waiting....

This could well be the beginning of the end for my PA brother. My eldest brother, an alcoholic diabetic with stage 4 liver disease, died feet first. It's ugly, death. I've only ever seen one beautiful death, in the dozens I've lived thru. I lost count at 60..

My eldest brother Johnny slowly deteriorated over 10 days.
Seth, my "little" brother, slipped away in 2.
At least Tommy's known it was coming and has been going thru the stages of grief and amends, and we're all on pretty level ground now. As good as it'll be, I guess.

There's just waiting, now. Is it the end or just beginning?