The Longest Foot

We know that everyone will eventually die. We know that from the day that we are born we are traveling towards our death. We know this in our head. But just about twelve inches below our brain our hearts protest what our brain tells us. When we experience the death of someone we care about those twelve inches seem like miles instead of inches. The author experienced the death and burial of her youngest child just nine days shy of his thirty-seventh birthday.

What she knew in her head, her b...