Tag: Brother
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The silence of the dead is deafening
When I was twelve years old I rode my bike twenty miles to sit at my brother’s grave. I talked to him through the earth. I asked him if he could hear me.
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Hoping for a ghostly kick in the rear
It made him laugh, bitterly of course — that his being totally alone was Cosmic Justice, Karma, Payback from ‘God,’ whatever you want to call it.
Mary Saves the Day 