Dear Brother

  Dear Zach, Though I have missed you, I know you- I know you in ways that were impossible to discover when you were alive. You are no longer framed in the photograph I carried with me on my wedding day. You are the tiny artifacts I find in the seconds of my stresses and struggles- guitar …

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I have a dream that occurs about once a month. Zach is lying on the couch in our basement, struggling to breathe and he's clearly about to die.  I am kneeling next to him, holding his hands, throwing any comforting word I possibly can about to him about God--how Zach will be better, how he …

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