This card was made in 1989 for my father, for the death of my little brother 10 years younger than me. I was in prison at the time that it happened. On that saturday morning I was on my way to church, it was 8:30. As I was walking I felt something pull at the inside of me. It was the strangest feeling. I continued walking, went to church and the day went on. After dinner an officer came to me telling me I had to go to the clinic. I was so happy because I had been in reception for over 2 months because of a medical hold and held on a maximum security prison no less because I could not get the hold lifted. So on the way I'm Saying to the officer, wow, thank god...I finally get the hold lifted so I can go to the compound... I'm all smiling and happy. When suddenly she opens a door for me to enter and.... it was the reverns wife! I was in shock and thought something had happened to my daughter. I looked at her in shock to even get a greater shock....she said, your brother Anthony died today. My lip quivered and I new it was true because no one ever called him Anthony. He pulled at my soul to let me know he was leaving....that was what I felt. I have never grieved it although I have written him several letters. He was my brother and then he died. You'll have to read my book to find out more...