Brother George’s Last Day

I wrote this several years back, but I love this story of my brother George’s last day. My brother approached death with such grace that it is awe-inspiring. Twenty-two years ago this month, my brother George passed away. He was 54 years old. George called on the evening of May 2, 2004, and told me…

Lessons I’ve Learned from Losing 4 Siblings

As some of you know, I am from a family with six children (seven, except my little brother, Robert Alexander, died shortly after birth). All my older siblings: my sister, Leslie (11 years older); and my brothers, John, 9 years older; Jim, 8 years older; and George, 3 years older; have died. The only sibling…

The Right Way to Say Good-bye

“This old dog won’t hunt much longer,” my father said on that Friday evening I came home from the University of Texas to see him. I knew exactly what he meant. “No, Daddy, that’s not true.” Tears flowed down my cheeks. He lay propped up by pillows in bed, the sheet drawn up to his…