John and I were always close. Maybe because we were only 10 1/2 months apart. He has always taken care of me. When I was in the hospital and I couldn't talk he'd call and say tap once on the phone for yes, twice for no. Then they gave me a button for my trach then he'd call because I was suppose to talk. We became so much closer during my illness, and he didn't tell us he was told he was going to die. Two months after he was told he was going to die, dad died. John not only had me to take of, he had dad who last 21 days after his surgery. He'd get up, go visit dad and have coffee, then come to see me, and back to see dad at night before visiting hours were over. John promised dad he would take care of me if anything happened to him. And John was my rock, my strength. Then what he do, he did the same thing dad did. He kept the fact he was dying from me. I remember my last birthday while he was alive. He called me a week after it. He tried to tell me he was in Chicago. Why??? I said John don't , tell me what is going on. He asked me why I thought that was true. I said you have never forgotten my birthday. He tried to play it off like he did it on purpose. So he says oh ya when was it. I said it was a week ago. He broke down and told me he was in the hospital. He said he would be there about a month because something was wrong with his blood. I told him to keep me informed. As he went to hang up something made me say John I love you, and he said Sis I love you too. And those were the last words we spoke to each other. A week later I got the call to go to the hospital to say goodbye to him. Because the cancer had gone to his brain I am not sure he even knew I was there. I'd like to think so because once I was in there to see him his eyes kept darting back and forth. I am glad our last words were such good ones. I miss my Bubbie so much. They tell me he is with MOM and dad. So he isn't alone, but I am. And it hurts like hell.