As I’ve mentioned before, my personal exposure to death came at a relatively young age when my dad passed away after a brief but intense illness. Subconsciously, it has colored several parts of my life even now. However, I’ve never regretted missing his funeral. The Saturday morning before Thanksgiving started off with my mom turning […]
When I was almost nine years old, my father passed away from pancreatic cancer. Before that my mother developed breast cancer and suffered through treatments for it. Reflecting upon that time, I’m flabbergasted at how little my sister and I reacted to all of this. My intact, seemingly normal childhood was beleaguered by major bouts […]
An old wound is healed by a new life and gratitude is bestowed to a little sister.