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Since July 11, my brother's wife and I have talked every night before we go to sleep (that is to say, before I chemically induce sleep). For the first month after my brother's death, her beloved husband's death, we didn't really speak. We just sat and cried on the phone, 2000 miles dividing us but a gaping pit of pain uniting us. Read More






