2 Days or so before my Sister passed on. She called me back after we had just hung up after a previous conversation. She asked, “Are you okay? We are not fighting, are we?” I said, “No we are not fighting. I do not agree with your perspective on this point, but we are not fighting. You are my Sister....

I have struggled to comprehend something since I was a child. With age, my bafflement around this has not faded. I remain aghast and appalled. I see it as the height of disrespect for another human being. I always wonder how people who do it make it okay. Because they never seem to feel bad. Don’t lose any sleep. Never...