It was over 30 years ago when the telephone rang. My stepfather’s voice was flat and hollow. “Your brother is dead. He was jogging. A car hit him. The driver was drunk.”
I heard his words, but I felt numb. Driving that night to my parents’ house, I kept repeating to my wife, “I can’t believe it…It can’t be true”. But it was, and will always be so. He was 32 years old. I was 28.
Most of us feel shock and disbelief when we hear about the unexpected death of a loved one. While all of us ponder the subject of death from time to time, we are unprepared for its arrival. We assume... Read More