
About a week and a half ago, my phone rang early on a Saturday morning. I didn’t quite hear the name or recognize the voice on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry, who is this?” “Timon.” “Timon!” I replied with excitement. Then my heart sank. Timon is my nephew, and he had never called me before. I knew in an instant that my sister had died.
She was ten years older, and somewhat of a mother figure to… Read more…







