*** The next morning I woke with an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach. I reached to my side and touched the cold bed, Jack was gone. I laid still, listening for signs that he will still there, but my heart knew the answer before my brain caught up with it. After an hour of allowing my mind ...
“You want a beer?” Joe, my oldest brother, asks as he waves smoke from his face standing in front of the barbeque. We’ve all told him a hundred times to lower the temperature on the grill so he doesn’t wind up in a smoke cloud that turns into a grill fire, but he’ll never freaking listen.  ...