Putting Away the Past
Tim was dying of AIDS. When my younger brother spoke a bit of advice to his know-it-all prone sister, I listened. We were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Tudor style home. Between two children in grade school and a busy law practice, taking down the holiday decorations was a low priority. Tim looked around and ever so gently suggested it was time that the wreath and garland be tucked away for the next year. I remember feeling a mild wave of embarrassment wash over me, despite the loving way he so tentatively pointed out what
