“You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.” ― Erin Morgenstern,
It was the summer of 1997 and I was freshly out of law school, studying for the bar while working in a lawyer’s office, and being stalked by my ex-boyfriend. My beloved older sister was eight months pregnant with her first child at 44 years old.
At the time I lived about two hours away from my family who lived in rather close proximity to my ex-boyfriend. I was “back home” visiting him in one of our attempts to put things back together or at least be friends when I got the phone call from my brother-in-law. He had to take my sister to the hospital and the news wasn’t good. I’m on the way I quickly said and left immediately. Parenthetical, my ex did not come with me he was very aloof with my family and friends. Only later would I realize how significant those signs were at the time.
I walked into the hospital waiting room and approach my brother-in-law with a pit in the bottom of my stomach. The look on his face said it all. He starts preparing me for the bad news. The bad could be worse but not by much.