Joan Osborne Chicago Sun Times
“Shortly after sunrise one Tuesday last month, tragedy visited my backyard. A yelp and a crash broke the early-morning silence and led my husband to discover our upstairs neighbor unconscious in the garden.
She’d fallen through the railing of the back stairs landing to the concrete below. Horrible doesn’t begin to capture the scene, and her death several days later tore at my soul. The loss her family must feel is simply unimaginable.
Life is so tenuous, hanging by a gossamer thread. You’re here, and then you’re gone.”
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