Growing Grief
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Growing Grief

Big Brothers Leave Big Holes Behind

Brothers aren’t supposed to die in the prime of life

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My phone rang while I was on my bike pedaling towards the ocean that separated me from my brother.

“Hey, Mary,” he said in his typical drawl. We moved around a lot in those first two decades of life we grew up together, but the Kentucky sojourn took root a little more firmly in Tim than in…




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Mary DeVries

Mary DeVries

The older I get, the less I know. That won’t stop me from writing about everything and anything under the sun. Join me in delighting and despairing about life.

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