A little over four months ago, my wife of nearly forty years died. It is the worst thing I have ever experienced; and yet also the most powerful-and in some ways the most beautiful. What could be beautiful about death, this awful and absolute separation of body from body? In the aftermath of loss, sentimental and well-meaning clichés, even words of religious assurance, fail (...)
The Last Word
The Dead Need Us
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