The last time I saw my brother, I whispered in his ear, “Just in case . . . I love you.”
You never know what could happen in surgery after all.
The surgery went extremely well and Rocky seemed to be doing just fine. The doctor assured us his appendix came out smoothly and that night we sat by Rocky’s side until visiting hours were over.
The next day was the San Luis Obispo Triathlon and to be honest, I didn’t really want to do it without my brother. But my Dad encouraged me to do it anyways and, deep down, I knew my brother would have wanted me to continue on without him.
I had one of the latest start times and knew I could get a good nights sleep in order to rest myself before the race.