I never cried for my mother when she died, nor am I inclined to do so now, three months later. At first, I thought my behavior peculiar. A counselor assured me it wasn’t. “Some people need to hold on to their grief. You’ll cry when you’re ready.” As the weeks pass, I
Perhaps, my mother’s passing colors my reaction to the current demonstrations for racial and economic equality. I continue to see the need for change, but when Death takes the center stage, it presents a standard that when measured against the demonstrations makes the latter seem
My mom’s death was a long goodbye. I’d anticipated her passing since she’d reached her late 70’s, after her bout with breast cancer and her heart attack. But she surprised me, as she sometimes did. She died at 104 in a care facility where she’d resided for 16 years. Througho
When I turned 39, I received my first letter from AARP. Looking down at the envelope, I was stunned. Me? Middle Aged? There’d been a mistake. If my response seemed melodramatic, then, imagine how I reacted when a crematorium invited me to lunch, recently. My heart stopped.
On the way to the gym at my retirement center, there’s a table with a small basket resting on it. Sometimes the basket is empty. Sometimes it isn’t When it isn’t, it’s full of condolence cards addressed to the family of a resident who has died. As yet I know so few peo
When I wrote the latest version of my will, my attorney noted I’d made no provisions for my ashes. Nonplussed, I asked, “Doesn’t the funeral parlor dump them?” As the deceased-to-be, my lawyer’s question struck me as impertinent. I don’t pay taxes once I’m dead. Wh
I met a friend for coffee at a neighborhood shop last week. We hadn’t gotten together for some time and I’d missed our chats. The minute she walked through the door I could see the malaise that hung about her. Outwardly, she looked well. Her hair was recently trimmed and she was s
Last month, my mother celebrated her 97th birthday. As a special treat, an acquaintance, the proprietor of a restaurant, offered to prepare a special meal in honor of the event. I thought it would be a wonderful treat, but as they say, no good deed goes unpunished. When the proprietor