Day Fifteen – The Last Day of Remembering Medicine Enough My mother and Rubin were roughly the same age when they died. My mother had celebrated her 94th birthday with us in May. At the end of August she’d suffered…
Day Fourteen of Remembering To Love What Death Has Touched ‘Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be – to be. And oh, to lose. A…