My journal tells me that a year ago today my brother called me on the phone to tell me he had coughed up blood the night before.
"This is it," he said.
Somehow, he knew.
About three months later he was gone.
I miss you so much, Jim!
Sixteen years ago on this date I had my very first date with the man I would end up marrying about a year and a half later. THE NIGHT W...