Standing numbly beside his mother, Andrew took little comfort from her through Russell’s public service, heard little of the words spoken on his brother’s behalf. His blank eyes wandered from one face to another in the sea of mourners. Familiar strangers, not one of them the kind of friend his brother had been in life. He loathed their ingratiating superficiality, resented their pandering crudeness, expensively cloaked as civilized high society when actually they were barely above savages.“I am the resurrection and the life, says the Lord. Those who believe in me shall live, even though they die…”How am I to do what they ask, brother? he voiced his thoughts to the voiceless nothingness, the dismal gray day another stifling pressure, seeping into his core, dragging him down like a swamped boat. It swallowed up any small solace and left him floundering, bereft, choking on the futility.
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