ABSTRACT
The tale of sibling grief implicates you and me. If you are blessed with a brother or sister, you are vulnerable to loss. Unless he and I die together, by fluke—or in a nuclear holocaust—Nick (whom you already know from my “Vigilance” myth) will survive my death, or vice versa. But my brother is still alive and my only sibling. Therefore, unlike my downright raw presentations of my mother’s dying and my talk with Nicole at her Nana’s death, this chapter is based upon my experiences once removed from being a participant. However, I gained knowledge and absorbed sensitivity as advisor to Freda Woodrow’s (2006) doctoral dissertation at the University of Pretoria, South Africa.
