My aunt is nearly 99. She will not live to be 100. Her photo will not be on the television recalling the date of her birth, with Willard Scott announcing she likes the opera and still volunteers. She will no longer volunteer. There will be no Today for her then.
Too often, we define ourselves by our jobs in this world: "I work at X," "I'm so and so's mother, ____'s wife." But when those relationships have expired, matured or evaporated, what's left?
Well, let me tell you, if you've never owned a pet before you'd be surprised. Disgusting becomes endearing. Sloppy face baths become "kisses." And the annoyances... ok, they're still annoying. But there's one thing you always get: completely unconditional love.
One of the problems with dating someone regularly is it can be difficult to tell when the date ends. It's much easier to tell when it starts: "Hello."...
When I found out I was terminally ill, the idea of leaving behind a legacy weighed on me, but not as heavily as the idea that I could leave behind a child with little or no memories of me.
The man who taught a generation about the soul's mysteries leaves this world for the next, surely to be remembered for generations to come as a great soul himself.
All too often, we can't find the words to say goodbye. Can we stand to gaze into the heart of our loss, the preciousness of what we are losing, and not look away?
My sister and I sat with my grandmother while she lay dying a few months ago. Against her pale skin, freckled and dotted with beauty marks, I laid my arm.
The only thing I have ever done that came close to being as scary as jumping out of that airplane was saying goodbye to my husband before each deployment.