The Quiet Aftershocks of Grief A few months ago, I was at my brother’s farm for a quick visit. Rudi, my German Shepherd and I, were enjoying the warm, sunny spring day by going for a long walk. I heard it long before I ever saw it. The unmistakable drone of a helicopter pierced through our quiet solitude. Though I couldn’t be sure of its mission, I assumed it was medical helicopter transporting a...
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