Too Heartbroken to Post

  Somehow a brain tumor has taken another sibling.  It's been two months since Janet died and the period of disbelief has yet to pass for the rest of us.  It's been four years since Mary Ellen died and there are still moments of disbelief.
  Like Mary Ellen, Janet's treatment for the tumor was interrupted by contracting shingles.  In Janet's case the end came quickly and she was in hospice for "only" a week.  It wasn't really hospice, Roswell was kind enough to let her, and us, stay in the ICU for the duration.  When they finally made the call to move her, it was too late and the phrase "OK, we're going to move Janet to a new room." has become part of our family jargon.
  We bent or broke all the rules, and the staff was willing to let us break even more we didn't know about.  The sunrise on the last day bathed Janet in sunshine for a few minutes and I held her hand for the last time.