Word: brothers
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...lone innocent ever died the way Jesus did, it was Matthew Shepard. He could have been my student, my son, your brother or friend. But after this crucifixion there is no resurrection, no redemption--only the books Matt will never read, the paintings that will hang an eternity without the light of his eyes to touch them. His teachers will never hear his voice in a seminar room...
...understanding amongthe siblings, during my grown-up years, that thisbaby [Charles Lindbergh, Jr.], like the 1927flight to Paris, was part of an era that hadnothing to do with us." Yet when Lindbergh's ownfirst son passed away at the same age that CharlesJr. was abducted, the story of her brother'stragic death became real to her as well. Afterdiscovering her own son had passed away during thenight, Lindbergh and her mother sat with thebaby's body. "`I never saw my child's body, afterhe died,' she [my mother] said to me,`...I neversat with my son this way.'" Lindbergh then...
...family's not very close. There's some excuse for this on my father's side, since one of his brothers lives in Hong Kong and the other in Barcelona. But my mother's brother lives in Greenwich, Connecticut, and she only has lunch with him once a year. (We live in New York, 45 minutes away.) Still, everyone thought it a bit extreme of my uncle Mark to up and disappear...
...After a third unsuccessful call, I remembered the number my mother had given me. I dialed and explained my situation. The woman on the other end told me that she'd last seen Mark a month before. He'd told her that he was going to live with his brother in Greenwich and had borrowed $20. Before that, she added, he'd been working in a gas station. A gas station? The plot was thickening...
...third birthday when her mother died and, as she tells TIME in an exclusive U.S. interview, retains only fragmented, "private" memories of their life together. She adds that her father--and this may surprise all the Hughes haters among the Plath defenders--raised her and her younger brother Nicholas with a keen sense of their mother's continuing presence in their young lives. "I grew up thinking of her very much as an angel. Not even so much in death, but also in life. And of course, as I grew older, it began to dawn on me that that...