Stumbling Stones

"e;It was a sunny Sunday afternoon when the phone rang. I was idly wondering if I had the will to vacuum. The siren call of the phone offered a reprieve. It was my big brother calling to tell me that my twin brother, Angus, was dead. That's all he said, 'He's dead.' We all know that, one day, we will have to walk the dark path of grief. There is no way to prepare. There are no neat answers or ...