As I sat at the food court table of Boston’s Logan Airport Terminal A last Saturday, I struggled to keep myself from being a weeping mess. It was 5AM in the morning, and I had just received an email from a noted Spanish author who agreed to endorse my book. He offered kind words of consolation for the loss of my brother, bringing me to tears. This was not what I expected before my early morning flight. After a couple of minutes I took a deep breath and composed myself, trying to recollect my