Aaron arrives home this evening. He is dirty and tired from work. I feel more of an urgency to tell him about
Mema now. Word is spreading quickly
throughout the family and Brenda has already told her kids as well. I cannot let Aaron hear the news from a
Facebook post. He’s about to jump in the
shower and I ask him to come into his room with me. He follows but moans, “Can it wait?”
“Sure” I reply.
“Is it about Candice?” he tries to clarify.
“No.”
“Is it about Mema?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright.” He enters the room to hear my report; I tell him
that Mema’s cancer is terminal now. She has already had another recurrence and
it is likely traveling throughout her body. They expect her to live anywhere
from 3 months to a year. My voice cracks and I try to regain composure. I’ve got to be strong for my family. Aaron wipes under his eye with his finger. I
can see the reality is sinking in slowly and he is not sure how to process the
information. I assure him that the has some time and that Roy and I are going
to visit her this coming weekend if he and Candice would like to go with us.
He takes a long shower and I know that he is crying in
there, then leaves to get Candice.
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