7x2

centimeters.
it's a pretty small distance,
right?
until it's a tumor in my little brother's skull.

yes, you read that right.

i'm not freaking out just yet.
it could end up being benign.
but whatever the end result, my little brother has had one hell of a six month stretch.

come home from iraq
then less than 24 hours later he's in a car accident involving a drunk ped stepping in front of his car.
ped was killed on impact.

i'm left with the feeling he's still got a lot to process from that
more than the fact that can't stand the smell of wet dog.
it's too much like grey matter splattered across his body.

then about a month and a half later he's married to a girl he met a month prior.
the question of right or wrong or too fast or whatever is laid to rest but one can't deny that's another dimension of intensity.

now, a few days after his 22nd birthday, the kid is in the hospital with a brain tumor.

seriously?
{i guess}
i'm still in denial.