It started as a normal Wednesday laying out the paper, but all turning points begin as a normal day.
I am no stranger to grief — I knew to sit down after my sister called and asked if anybody had talked to me yet. When a call starts like that I know I am not going to be the same person when I hang up. She had to tell me my brother was in bad shape and if I didn’t get home I would never see him again.
I was afraid to hang up the phone and be a thousand kilometres away from my family — distance and loss create a cruel sense of helplessness and pain thrives when it is alone, it nests inside a person and pokes around until it finds what breaks you and sometimes the only way to scare it off is a hug from a loved one.
Tyler Hay 