A little over a month ago, my dad passed away. I’ve documented here how his then-imminent death would be a blessing, and in many ways, it was. He suffered. He would not have chosen to live or die in the way that he did. I wish that he could still be here, but such a… Continue reading Dispatches from a month out
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What’s weighing on me
I began drafting this post on my dad’s birthday. He turned 69 on March 17, and he won’t be alive to see 70. My dad has been sick for a long time, acutely so for a couple of years. He’s currently in a nursing home and has been on hospice since August 2017. My gut… Continue reading What’s weighing on me