Billy adored me as I came closer to that age where we keep losing reasons to adore ourselves. While sipping happy hour cocktails with girlfriends, I'd discuss my middle school boyfriend. "He was important," I'd say. "It was such a sweet thing. It was special."
Our 17-year-old daughter died in 2003. I mourn her deeply every day and will for the rest of my life. I do not wallow in self-pity, nor do I want to let go of what God gave to us as a precious gift on the day of her birth. I will not 'get beyond it,' as her death is a fact in our family's story.
Think about all you go with in 25 years and remember to balance out all the amazing high points there has to be a low point here and there. However, even during those lows, we both knew that no matter what, that love of our sisters by choice would always remain.
Today would have been Grandma's 91st birthday. She was supposed to have nine more years -- she was supposed to live to be 100. That's what I always had planned for. But she died at 89, fighting her way to the grave, relentlessly arguing with the unforgiving bright white light that took her away from me.
Someone says, Jake died. We all drop a few rungs. He owned a bar. Lung disease. He never smoked, unless you count the smoke of others. It's still dark outside. The f*cking cognac tastes off. So much for the sour grape.
Interestingly, each of the four generations mourning Mom's death experienced grief differently. And it took my mother's 9-year-old great grandchild to find the best way to honor her memory.
The simple view is that medicine exists to fight death and disease, and that is, of course, its most basic task. Death is the enemy. But the enemy has...
Inside the O'Briens, the new novel by Still Alice author Lisa Genova, promises to do for Huntington's disease, what Still Alice did for Alzheimer's.
Now eight years after college I wonder if I could I ever do what Rachel did -- live with cancer without any possibility of a cure, all while never letting up on exclamation points?
Money is an illusion. You think you need so much. In the end, you don't really need any of it. Prioritize people and experiences over possession. Your body is just a vessel for your soul. Quit looking in the mirror. Quit obsessing over your wrinkles, your ass, your dress size.
Can you imagine watching a football game with two teams, twenty-two footballers running around; hitting the ball but doing everything they can to avoid getting near the two large goal posts on either side of the field. Quite a farcical game that would be!
The hospice nurse sat with us, periodically taking vitals and recording information in a chart on her computer. We didn't talk much. I'm a novelist, a journalist, a communications executive, but words had become painfully frivolous.
Choices made before a loved one's death don't neutralize the need to grieve for what's being lost, but they can make a huge difference in the pace and depth of caregivers' healing thereafter.
My dad was a fearless optimist, a man a clever writer might have referred to as "consciously naïve." He believed in the intrinsic goodness of mankind and always viewed life through a prism of hope, no matter how dire the circumstances.
A few weeks ago, a dear teacher friend of mine died after having been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer just a few weeks before. He had been ill for quite...
No illness should be a source of shame, but there are some illnesses where the shame is unspoken, silenced or medicated. Behind every addiction is someone in pain, someone with a mother, sister or grandchild -- and someone with a story to tell. I know this.