My phone rang, it was 8:45 pm CDT. “He’s gone,” my nephew quietly said. It was the evening of September 1st.
My brother, Greg, finished his Journey after a half-dozen years of his battle with an Alzheimer-like opponent. Last March we visited him and his wife, Bobbie in Southern California. He didn’t recognize me, and it was clear he was slipping away.
He was in Hospice care for about…