A Day of Waiting

Sunlight through my stained glass this morning.  It is a day of waiting.  My brother's death is imminent, and he is being kept as comfortable as possible.  His wife and sons are with him.  I have been thinking a lot about our life growing up and my last conversation with him last Monday.  Both have brought me comfort.  When it is time, go in peace, big brother.  I love you.