I’m in shock right now. While I was on my lunch break at work yesterday (Saturday), I saw a text from my brother Paul’s girlfriend, telling me I needed to call the phone number with the 618 area code from someone trying to call me. The person calling was Paul’s son Tyler’s wife. So, I called the number and Tyler told me that Paul had a heart attack while running in a 10k race that morning and he was “gone”. He died! I’m beyond stunned! I finished out my lunch break, not sure what to do. I was too shocked to cry. Paul was only 13 months older than me. In August, he was talking with great confidence that he and I would be the last 2 family members to die because the others all had more health issues than us. He thought he could live to be 100. Funny, Martha wanted to live to be 100 too. I guess it’s not a good idea to have that goal, huh? Well, I thought about returning to work for at least a couple hours after lunch, but I realized then that I would probably be needing to talk to family on the phone and it was best to do that in the privacy of my home. I needed to find a manager to let him know I had to leave, I was almost too shaken up to talk. I’m glad I left early. I was on the phone a lot the next few hours. I will go to work today. I get 3 days paid bereavement, but I will hold onto those until we have funeral plans. Paul is the brother who did all the work fixing up my house. I just can’t believe he’s dead.