The Veterans Administration offers a number of burial and memorial benefits to veterans if their discharge from the military was under conditions other than dishonorable -- which will need to be verified.
Forty-plus years of resentment and hatred toward my father, and it all disappeared in what my wife described as "a God moment." I always thought my dad would die and I would feel the resentment and hatred until the day I died. But that all changed in a few seconds when I told my dad I loved him -- and actually meant it.
Over the next three months, I went to Pet Smart as often as Norm went to Cheers. The staff would greet me with, "Want the usual?" I became a master of the goldfish switcheroo.
Conventional brain science has no explanation. It has long assumed that as the brain goes, so goes the mind; for the brain is what gives rise to the mind. The return of mental clarity and memory in a brain ravaged by Alzheimer's is not supposed to happen. Yet it does in some cases.
Rob Hall was the ultimate guide. He sacrificed his life helping his client realize a life-long dream, to stand atop the highest mountain in the wor...
Last night I had a dream in which I was falling from the sky at full speed and was about to smash my face into a gray, concrete road. I don't know abo...
It sounded as though it was a small arrow, pointing, "this way; think this way." A gentle nudge to guide my dizzy brain into forming a perspective to begin the day. A philosophical viewpoint to lay down the foundation for how life was going to be from this day forward.
Yes, it's the better part of ghoulish to spend a birthday's morning in a graveyard, but that's where the sidewalk ended and the walk wasn't over...
I wish I had known Joan Rivers. Something about her always intrigued me. At 22 years old, I sit here writing this on a quiet plane back to New York, laughing hysterically to myself.
Technology is advancing so quickly in the areas of video, augmented reality, artificial intelligence and predictive software, that it may be possible in the future to 'reconstruct Grandma,' to put together all the personal data we have.
My young children are fortunate enough to have never experienced the harsh realities of life and death. The closest they have come is an imaginary spider dying.
In preparation for one of our high school reunion many years after graduation, the chairperson of our reunion suggested that each of us write about the best time of our lives. I gave this careful thought and simply wrote: "The present is the best time of my life."
I avoided reading Charlotte Kitley's blog post for the reason many of us avoid many things: because I knew it would make me feel something hard, that it would affect me, that it would probably rattle me to the core. It has.
Sensitivity be damned. Offending people may not work for everyone, but Urban Outfitters obviously feels it works for them -- surely they'll find more ways to offend. It's going to be hard to top a bloody Kent State sweatshirt, however.
I bicycled 1,200 miles of this coast in the fall of 2009. My 6-year-old son died that summer, and I was alone for the first time in my life. Not the alone that you find in a quiet moment with a cup of tea and a book. I mean the alone that follows you into crowded rooms and pushes everyone away.