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Occasionally, my readers indulge me a personal moment, and I’d like to ask them to do so once again. At 3:05 p.m. on Wednesday, December 13, my brother Gary passed away in Texarkana, Texas. Although he lay in a bed in a modern hospice facility and was surrounded by family, I maintain he was murdered. Murdered by a determined assault of abnormal cancer cells hiding among the trillions of normal, healthy cells inside his body. Terrorist cells that bide their time and then at some undiscernible signal begin to reproduce—not like a normal cell simply to replace itself—but wildly and indiscriminately, purposely seeking to take over the human organism they inhabit… in this case, my brother.
Gary was an extraordinary man in an understated way. Calm and taciturn, he was nevertheless capable of deep emotion. He and his fraternal twin brother both spent their careers in law enforcement. Judging from the turnout at the funeral last Monday, I’d say they were well-respected for the way they went about their work.
My brother cannot be named without also speaking of Linda. A more perfect mate for a husband, I have never seen. Apparently, Gary hadn’t either because they were inseparable, moving in tandem, in concert, in harmony in their world. Together, they raised a family of successful professionals who gave him a host of grandchildren and great-grandchildren—two of which (twins, what else?) were born during my visit to the family in late August and early September of this year.
Gary is the one who reached out and drew me back into the family after years of estrangement. The break was senseless and hurtful because it deprived me of the company of some amazing individuals with pretty good moral compasses. Worse, it deprived my own sons of a sense of belonging to an extended family… a tribe, if you will.
So goodbye, Gary. You will be missed, celebrated, remembered, and doubtless quoted and misquoted, as you begin that journey we are not yet permitted to share.
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Thank you, readers, for allowing me this moment of personal love and anguish. Please understand that you helped by indulging me.
Now let me repeat my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing. And keep on submitting your work to publishers and agents. There are a lot of you out there with something to say… so say it.
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See you next week.
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