Just thought I'd better clarify something: I'm BH's older sister (older by seven years)--not his wife, not his sister-in-law, not his other sister (who is older than him by four years).
Duh, I figured that out quite a while ago, even before or maybe as you started leaving messages between the lines. Even said so to Unonessuno in a comment on his blog. I asked BH when you first appeared if he was going to introduce you. He said: No need, part of my back-up plan, not likely to post! Little did he know. Addictive this blog thing, especially when you are anon. regards jmb
Didn't know about the other sister. I figured out your secret agent identity some time ago, but I'm glad you clarified anyway.
Every day I come here and start to write a book in your comments, erase it and start over again.
I watched my brother's body wilt away from him when I was 14 and he was 26. I remember the smell, the feel, the conflict. I wish I could help you, tell you it will be ok, offer some platitude that would, at the very least, appease my own need to offer you comfort.
Instead, I come here every day and write comments that I delete. I'll try to post this one.
I think of you and the rest of BH's family often. For what it's worth.
When I first started on Blogger, my handle was "Ratty", maintaining anonymity so that in my "Rat in the Walls" blog I could write about my brother's fatal illness without giving away his identity. Under that pseudonym, I could voice things I couldn't elsewhere. Rats thrive in the dark. :::
Now, five years after his death in 2008, I'm coming out of the walls and reclaiming my humanity.
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Duh,
I figured that out quite a while ago, even before or maybe as you started leaving messages between the lines. Even said so to Unonessuno in a comment on his blog.
I asked BH when you first appeared if he was going to introduce you. He said: No need, part of my back-up plan, not likely to post!
Little did he know. Addictive this blog thing, especially when you are anon.
regards
jmb
Didn't know about the other sister. I figured out your secret agent identity some time ago, but I'm glad you clarified anyway.
Every day I come here and start to write a book in your comments, erase it and start over again.
I watched my brother's body wilt away from him when I was 14 and he was 26. I remember the smell, the feel, the conflict. I wish I could help you, tell you it will be ok, offer some platitude that would, at the very least, appease my own need to offer you comfort.
Instead, I come here every day and write comments that I delete. I'll try to post this one.
I think of you and the rest of BH's family often. For what it's worth.
Gods, Sis B, I can't imagine what it must have been like for you at fourteen. Emotions are so overwhelming at that age. Thank you for posting.
JMB, it's funny that BH thought I wouldn't blog! He knows I spread words like peanut butter.
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