SI ROBERTSON SAT ALONE BENEATH A HEAVY GRAY SKY — AT HIS BROTHER’S GRAVE, ONE HAND RESTING ON COLD STONE, WHISPERING WORDS NO ONE HEARD AS THE WORLD FINALLY REALIZED HOW DEEPLY A BROTHER’S LOVE CAN BREAK A MAN WITHOUT EVER MAKING A SOUND
Introduction The sky hung low and heavy, the kind of gray that presses gently but...