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…
Tag: dying
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…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 