“I feel like an orphan” my sister-in-law tearfully shared with me shortly after the death of her mother. “I know that sounds ridiculous as I am 52 years old, married and with a family of my own. I sympathetically commiserated with her, believing from the depth of my being that I felt her pain. I … Continue reading
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The Porsche
Thirty four years ago, almost to the day, my brother Gregory died. Without preliminary warning, apologies or compassion, death has a way of enveloping even the strongest and most stoic among us while bringing us crashing to our knees. The most vivid of my childhood memories seems to be during the time we lived in … Continue reading
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