I borrowed this from VE although I made a few changes. To me this Black Ribbon means death. I have just suffered through my dad's passing. Only to learn that my big bro may be next. He is very sick.
So while I am still adjusting to my dad no longer being with us, Im preparing myself just in case.
It seems really strange that I now can no longer call either of my parents. But in exchange for picking up the phone dialing and talking to them I just open my mouth and talk, just praying they are listening to me.
We all have questions why of course. We all know he was old as he had just turned 91. But he was a tough old bird and never let anything get to him. This man is one who would eat garlic (the whole clove) and rub vicks on his head in hopes of regrowing his hair, and keeping busy even though it was getting harder to walk. He has a brother in South Dakota who is 101. I was positive that dad would live that long as well. He would never let this brother out do him in anything.
That is one reason its so hard to believe he gave up.
But I console myself knowing that he is finally with mom. And maybe just maybe he finally got to meet his dad who died when my dad was only a year old.
I love you and will miss you very much. I hope you and mom are now up there watching over the rest of us till we get there as well.