Since my father’s passing in July 2014, death and dying are often on my mind. I mean, it’s always been something I’ve thought of in kind of an abstract way, but for the last 18 months or so, I think about it a LOT. In addition to my father’s, I attended another 4 funerals in the second half of 2014 alone, which probably didn’t help my mindset ( Read more... )

Doctors stopped my father’s chemo treatments back in late April because they were not producing the intended results. Since they stopped, my father’s health has been rapidly declining. While he was going through his chemo, the only telltale sign that anything might be amiss was his bald head. Sure, he was tired and often nauseous from the ( Read more... )