After I raced to my father’s deathbed and but didn’t make it in time, my closest friend, whom I met when I was 15, brought
But, it is also true, that we were robbed – by circumstance, by uncertainty, by choice, and by chance – and I would give anything to live that last day over
If, in the end, my father survives until 100th birthday, it will be a function of good PPE, luck, and divine intervention.
Road maps, off ramps, anxiety, hope, trust, and distrust in equal measure characterize the current mood at UNC. Even as we believe our colleagues in
Every night in my kitchen my throat catches and my eyes water. Every night this happens when I talk to my dad and he asks
On April 13th a friend posted that his father, who lives in a New Jersey retirement community, was moving in with a friend. The community had