So the news is out, both the king and Princess Kate are undergoing cancer treatment. It could be worse, it could be deadly, but it's still horrible. We take health for granted, but no more for me and my wife, we have been booked for an annual checkup in London, in three weeks. considering that both my sister and brother died of cancer, my sister's blood clots were apparently caused by the breast cancer treatment she had about a year ago. She was in full remission, apparently.
For us, the weekend, which was supposed to be quiet takes a turn, as we are flying to Strasbourg for my sister's funeral on Monday. The French are adamant that the funeral must take place within a week, it is possible to have some extension, but it is not the way it is done, Saturday we are on our way. We are flying directly again, almost back to where my Brother once lived. This time we are staying for a week.
I am very close with my nephews and nieces and I considered my sister almost like my mother, as our mom was very busy with our father's own health predicaments. I loved her dearly, she was terribly important during my formative years, and even now. We would speak often, she was the sweetest and most generous woman.
Don't get me wrong I did like my brother, he was funny and jovial, but he had left home before my birth and lived most of his life in France. I seldom spoke to or saw him, we were like different families, and although my sister was only three years younger than him, she lived no more than five minutes from my parent's place. Even young I would spend time at her house because it was more joyful than my own home.
I will miss you sis.
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