Category: Death and dying

My Facebook memory today is from seven years ago. It is only three words; three words that transport me back to a very specific time, place and rush of emotion. It was January 2011. We had been planning for the arrival of our twin babies we were adopting from a birth mom in Florida.  We […]

I have the honor of helping my Dad die. Now that I read that sentence, I realize it may seem like I am talking about assisted suicide or something of that nature. I assure you, I am most definitely not. My Dad (and I) believes that God is the only one who knows the day, […]