Accepting the inevitable: The last days with my Dad
Dad didn’t feel like dying. He felt full of life and longing to live. He had more to do, more to say, more to feel, to taste, to write, to experience. He was angry and sad, disappointed and confused, scared and brave, unaccepting and, finally, accepting.
For the past three years, I talked to him daily to be as close as I could. I listened as he told me everything he …
