We buried my little brother Saturday. When my nephew informed me of his death in the middle of the night last week, I was flooded with emotions. I felt an immediate sense of loss and regret tempered with a measure of relief. Tom has been moving ever closer to death’s door for the past several months. Finally the door swung open and Tom was ushered in. The relief I felt was because his body would no longer be wracked by the ravages of the condition that eventually claimed his life. Even so, losing my brother hurt.
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