It is a sad time. A time known to most of us in one way or another, of saying goodbye. It helps to think with words and pictures, and perhaps, later, to elaborate.
My grandfather died of a broken heart six weeks after my grandmother. He had not expected to live without her, instead had meticulously planned for her comfort and security on what seemed to him to be the predictable certainty of his own death from a heart attack. But cancer doesn’t like predictions. Cancer, with its... Continue Reading →