Month: August 2021

I never told Dan how much I would miss him during the six weeks he was in Hospice, confined first to bed and later to the couch in our apartment. I didn't want it to be about me. I tried to balance being relentlessly even-tempered with being empathetic, sharing in his sorrow at his life… Continue reading The Mirror says “You’re All Dressed Up:” Now That Means I’m Not Wearing Widow’s Weeds →