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| Tom & Barb Emmitt |
Why is it bad news always comes in the middle of the night? Not that any time is a "good time" for such news. But a phone call at 2 am to let me know I've lost another family member has a way of disturbing my sleep for days at a time.
I was awakened by not one but three calls from a sister and a brother, both calling to let me know that our elder brother had lost his life in a roll-over accident while returning his truck to the Fed Ex lot in Traverse City, MI. (He and his wife were both in the truck - she survived; he didn't.)
Tom and I had our problems and disagreements. What pair of siblings doesn't? But we also had the one thing that kept us together - our love for each other and our mutual love for our siblings, cousins, neices, nephews and on down the family line.
RIP Tom Emmitt.
