John, my younger brother, died tragically seventy-two hours ago in a most violent way.
As a hospice nurse, I’m typically loaded with the right thing to say to sobbing hysterical people. No words are coming to me now, to calm the angry, sad and hysterical spirit within me.
This heartbreaking event is bringing my estranged family together for the first time in over fifteen years. Death has a way of doing that. Why does it take tragedy to instantly bring people together after decades of purposeful distance?