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There is no preparation or test assignment nor hint to prepare us for certain things in this world. 

We hear stories of tragedies. Usually, it’s someone else’s family.

 No one expects it’s going to be theirs. No one prepares for death and, then, it happens.

The dreaded phone call or, as in my case, a letter which brings our carefully crafted house of calm and stability, crashing down with one single statement, ‘I’m sorry’.

Sorry … and, you wonder why they are sorry. 

Sorry … about the fact they could not save the person. 

Sorry … that they have to be the person to bring bad news to you.

Sorry … for the departure of your loved one from this world.

There is no preparation, no practice.

In that moment, you either walk across the broken shards feeling the loss with every stinging sensation or, you stare unmoving, long and hard at the broken pieces. Nothing can prepare you for that split-second reaction. 

Either you grieve, or you don’t. 

It’s a sad time for me.

My brother, George Anthony Diaz Maisonet was born December 8, 1957.

He died December 01, 2020. He was born with a brain disability called Hydrocephalus. He lived with my mother until she pass away in 2010.

Lucy was his caretaker/companion until she became ill and could not care for him. Shortly after, the government placed him in a sanatorium. They did not notify the family of his death. 

When he died his body was sent to a medical school for students to explore his illness and study his organs. It felt overwhelming when I first read this in the letter. I’ve come to accept that he is helping people from suffering the life he led with their research. It’s a consolation to know he is now with his beloved mother and father.

R.I.P. George 🙏🏻

Reach out and touch someone with LOVE today ... Isadora 😎