Bonds like this don’t come along often
It’s never good when the telephone rings at 4 a.m. My mother reminded me of that fact when she called me later on Monday morning to tell me that she and Dad had received a dreaded 4 a.m. telephone call informing them that my uncle had passed away. My dad’s older brother, Stanley — affectionately known as “Stush” — would have turned 84 next month. The news truly was startling to me. Yes, he was getting up in age and, frankly, he was not well. Still, none of us believed his death was imminent. And then came that phone call. Three days later, my husband and I were on ...