She was happy, no, overjoyed that her brother and the one person in the world she loved more than anything – other than her own kids – had found love after a bad marriage and many years of emotional turmoil for which no dosage of pharmaceuticals could fix. Spousal infidelity and three year olds in airplanes that hit skyscrapers and a firm understanding on his fifth wedding anniversary that forever would not occur, at least not for them, began a zoloft-laced decade that only his faith and something called a shred of hope could pull him through.

copyright 2012 Steven Harz

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