All my life, people have passed away either way too young or just old enough to have “had a good life.” But like the miracle of birth, the mystery of death always happens in its own time. It cares nothing about convenience or preparedness. No one ever asks me if I’m ready. I was 13…
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When death comes at Christmas
I have a friend who is dying. It always seems to be at the holidays when life — both the birth and the dying — hangs in the balance. It might be also in those precious, slow-motion moments, when time almost stands still, that we feel a little closer to God. Maybe it’s just at…
Our Good Dog: In Memoriam and With Gratitude
Each year, as we count down the days to Thanksgiving, I count down my blessings. Usually, starting on the First of the Month, I offer up a gratitude each morning. It’s not difficult to find things I’m grateful for — and it’s proven to be a way to center my days, even as the light…
The Changing Season
My youngest graduated from high school last week. She spent the whole weekend at grad parties. Hers isn’t until July; we like to drag out our celebrations. The celebrating helps temper the feelings of apprehension, the fear of the unknown as she gets ready for college. Yes, she’s excited about her next steps, but she…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 