There’s nothing quite like watching what used to be your brother being lowered into a hole in the Illinois earth to remind you that every moment is a universe far beyond our ability to articulate. But we can try to catch a moment, yes? So here’s one. A burly young man named Scott lowers what used to be my brother into the small hole that he, Scott, cut this morning, with a (...)
The Last Word
The Burial
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This is a magnifcent short piece, sheer poetry, and deeply moving, as wonderful a tribute to a brother who has passed away--especially conveying your relationship to him--as I have ever read.