The text that my sister sent was simple yet so powerful: “He is gone to be with God.”
For 36 hours, we had expected the inevitable but it is also inevitable that tears will come in times like that.
Richard, whom I had known since childhood, and who was much beloved by our family had succumbed to the curse of his bloodline – a heart disorder that has methodically, relentlessly claimed members of his family. His 36-year-old niece had died from it just a few weeks earlier. Read More»