Icicles

Look at the Icicle. It forms- An ugly mass drooping from a cragged rock, the water hardening before it has sufficient time to d r i p I've heard them called things of beauty by others, and indeed I once thought of them as such. But after today... (Yesterday) My father called me to tell me that my Nine Year old bother has lukemia. I cried for hours. Today I found out that he is going to be alright, though he will participate in outpatient treatment for three years. I cried again. And as I drove home from Dornbecher's childrens hospital this afternoon, I saw the Icicles hanging from the rocks hidden in the shade. I cried some more. I love my brother Sean.