It's a little after 5 am on this Friday morning. I've been up since 3 am ... fed the baby, tucked him back into bed with Jonathan, and returned to the kitchen nook where I've been staring at the slowly dawning day for the last hour and a half. The sprinklers are clicking away outside, soft music wafts through the room, a dim light shines above me, and summer's silent night breeze cools the earth as the ground prepares for the upcoming heat of day. I'm at my dad & stepmom's house in Walla Walla, my hometown, for a weekend gathering of a few close friends & family to celebrate the birth of Jonathan's and my new, 6-week old baby boy. I really should be back in bed, I know that sleep is one of the things I need most these days. But the writing I've done in my head is aching to hit the page so I need to be here. But I'm staring out the window instead...
While I'll share my own recent experiences, I need to start with this, my brother's blog. Ned is not quite 4 years younger than me. He's married and has 4 little kids. He's a creator, an instigator, full of ideas. He's a dreamer who makes things happen. He's energetic and smart. He's forward thinking and a risk taker. He's reflective and he seeks meaning in everything. He's fun and longs for joy. He embodies the essence of Life and lives the wisdom he has come to know. And he has cancer and he's writing about his story because shared space is where he knows his story already lives.
I love you Nedly!
The Gift of Cancer (& Other Tales)
http://nedabenroth.blogspot.com
