Arts
Today’s poem is “Grief Arrives in its Own Time”, which I wrote following the death of my brother Howard on September 11, 2001. Today is the 19th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center, which changed my family and our country. His death, and the shock of his death, brought such deep grief to our family. The clear blue skies of early September are a marker for me every year. I came to realize that grief has its own way of guiding us through our mourning. We can’t anticipate its arrival or departure.