A recent post was a tribute to my deceased brother Richard. The last time I saw him was the day after the photo in that post was taken. He said he wasn’t feeling well and asked me to wheel him to his room. I let the nurses put him in bed, and he looked at me and said that he was tired and wanted to go to sleep. I told him goodbye, kissed him on the cheek, and left the room. As soon as I left, I had a surge of grief. I knew I’d never see him again. Continue reading Grief Induced Tachycardia →