I used to tell her not to have any more falls because she had a really bad one couple years ago and hearing about that made mom cry so bad and it was really scary. I remember wishing I got the cancer instead when they had to cut off her left breast. I used to tell her to stay and she was always like “well obviously I need to see you on the dias getting married before I go”. Suddenly being reminded about how fragile our mortality is was scary enough when seeing my brother go under for his surgery, now it just feels cruel. God has a very cruel sense of timing.