I felt prepared going in. I knew that Mark was dead. Sarah and I had gone with my parents to the funeral home to help to select the prayer cards, the casket, the urn. The funeral had been big empty sounds in a full Church. We had walked in behind the pallbearers as they silently moved the cas...  read more

It was a Wednesday. March 5, 1997. We had not gone to school on the Monday or Tuesday, because Mark was in the hospital. He had gone into the hospital on Sunday night. I suppose I should begin there. Almost 10 years later to the day, I met a woman named Jennifer Cull who saw Mark the day he got s...  read more