My uncle died today. His name is Ulam George Whittaker and he was the youngest brother of my mother. He was the last of four boys for my grandmother.
I watched my mother go through stage 1, 2 and 3 of grieving today. Any day now the depression will set in, the problem is she always reverts to denial at the end.
The prayers of faith fall silent on the ears of destiny-quoting Me
