I had just walked into the kitchen with an armful of groceries when I noticed my husband hanging up the telephone. He looked serious. I put the groceries on the table, and he turned to me and very gently said, “Your brother died. He had a heart attack.”
I sat down at the kitchen table and kept thinking, “I don’t believe this.” Then came a quiet thought, “Don’t believe it.” I thought, “This can’t be true.” Another gentle message came. “You’re right. It isn’t true.”
I stayed with these thoughts for some time. I took them deep into my heart. I lived with them during the next few days as my family and I made arrangements for my brother’s funeral.
