First Encounters with the End
Death Is Only the Beginning
“I’m sorry, son…you’re Uncle John died.” With his hands on my shoulders, my father had the burden of telling me that his brother passed away unexpectedly. It was the summer of 1999 and my family decided to take a trip before the school year started. We didn’t get far into our trip before we received this news and returned to Kansas City to be with our family and grieve our loss.
At twelve years old, this kind of news was crushing. This was the first time I can remember being told that someone close to me had…