Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Crammed in my small plane seat on the way home, the message was short and direct. And yet the finality still hit hard, the words "passed away" gliding in and out of my thoughts like the plane soaring left and right, making its return home.
I moved ahead two small steps. The long line of mourners wormed its way across and then back to the front doors of the church. The line was moving, but progress was slow. Last summer, I stood with fifty to sixty other people in line in an old church. I was at a funeral to... Continue Reading →
I have a strange habit. It dates back to when I first became a newspaper reporter. Some people play with their hair, crack their knuckles, or say “Umm” and “Like” frequently in their speech. My habit: I read obituaries. No, I really read them. It doesn’t matter if I know the person or not, if... Continue Reading →
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