August 26, 2002
Sean MurphyI visited my mother’s grave the first several years for the same reason I used to attend church: it was expected, it was meant to make me feel better, it…
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MY MOTHER EVENTUALLY became acquainted with the white-walled world of procedures and all that happens—before, during, after and beyond: Hope and fear, faith and then despair, the nagging need to…
What We Talk About When We (Don’t) Talk About Dying
MY MOTHER EVENTUALLY became acquainted with the white-walled world of procedures and all that happens—before, during, after and beyond: Hope and fear, faith and then despair, the nagging need to…