Grieving at the Holidays

December 18, 2014 9:00 PM

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When I learned that my brother had ended his life, I stood clutching my then-4-year-old son's hand. I crumpled to the hardwood floor outside his play room, grasping his tiny frame like a life raft.

When I called my sister, I managed only her name. "Lisa." The wretched yowling swallowed my words. She too was startled, unsure if it was laughter.

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