The news came suddenly and was very unexpected. The last time we had spoken I knew something was wrong. Some undercurrent just a sense gleaned from the occasional odd turn of phrase.
But that was weeks ago. I became distracted with my own life and thought little of it.
Looking back I probably should have paid more attention.

Getting distracted is pretty common for me. If real life isn't enough Steemit offers a wide range of options. I normally stick to the lighthearted fun side of the platform. Maybe try to be helpful to one of the many uplifting projects when the chance arises.
It seems these days even those areas are becoming a bit jaded. But even in the murky waters of discontent a kind word can penetrate the gloom. Note to self: Remember to do that more often. You just never know when you may turn someone's day around.

Then on the other hand a few words left unspoken have the power to change everything forever.

My brother in law needs a kidney transplant. He is not going to get it. He is also not going to tell the rest of the family.
Naturally I respect the decision, it is not mine to make. Even knowing there will definitely be a backlash later on. At some point there will be people highly offended, that is to be expected.

I can't help but wonder why I was chosen to carry this knowledge. (My presence was specifically requested)
I wonder how this plays out over the coming months. I wonder how to manage interacting with the rest of the family. Mostly I wonder if I can somehow find the right words of comfort for my husband, his brother, and his father, as the four of us share the weight of the words unspoken.