Last April, just after dinner, Brian sat me down on the couch and said something that was the equivalent of the heart-stopping phrase, “We have to talk.” I remember this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, followed by the thought, “Oh no, what have I done?” With the passing of my sister, Debbie, in February, we had both been through several brutal months, trying our best to survive as she slipped away from us. Neither one of us were getting much sleep, both of us deep in our … [Read more...]