Dad's lymphoma came back this year and as he was in steady decline over the last month, I was inspired to write this piece for him in the middle of one sleepless night. I read it to him the week before he died. He "mmm"ed after every sentence. I read it again this Wednesday at … Continue reading Dad’s Journey
You see, I am most familiar with death. I was killed the moment you put a price on my life. You decided the value of me was less than the value of the profits you were likely to make, the costs I was likely to cost, the prestige you were likely to garner from publishing … Continue reading Why dad’s death was not devastating. For me.