Living In Place

LESSONS IN GRIEF While my Dad was alive and in decline, I grieved for the man he used to be. He mostly accepted his limitations, while I was often irritated by them. Now I wish...

MOURNING FOG My father died almost two weeks ago, and I’ve been wandering around in a Mourning Fog ever since. Even though Dad’s death was expected, and even though I’d suffered...

Even if you don’t think of yourself as a writer and never plan to write for publication, chances are you will someday have to write an obituary for someone you’ve loved and lost....

The Hallowell Singers bring music to the dying. They came last week to sing to my father – and to me. Five singers quietly entered his hospice room and sang a cappella,...