Almost a year ago I posted my grief and angst about the lot of my life — wistful for a time and place where I could feel traction under my boots. That my life wasn’t deferred for the sake of others (no matter how noble my intentions) but rather actualized as I...
Six months my sole focus has been on taking care of the dead and dying. Thoughts of how can I be a good caregiver and be a good steward to a life that for 97 years has been filled with ups and downs and adventure. Sad sighs and joyous highs that make a life worth...
