COMMENTARY: Winds of March Blow Back Dreams of Lost Relatives

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c. 2005 Religion News Service (UNDATED) “April is the cruelest month.” Although the opening words of T.S. Eliot’s 1922 poem, “The Waste Land,” have entered our lexicon, my cruelest month is March. That’s when the two most important men in my life, my father and my brother, died. Something inside me senses it is March […]

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