Tag Archives: Death

When We Go

Two exchanges overheard at the ballpark lead to some serious thinking about what my life means, now, at the end of it, and later. Continue reading

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The First Day

Last January 1st, I wrote the piece that follows this introduction to try to quiet the noise in my head after my father’s death just a few weeks earlier. Last spring, writing after the death of his own father, Rabbi … Continue reading

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The Old Man’s Friend

My 88-year-old father died last December. This is dedicated to him. Pneumonia is the old man’s friend. Passing along this wisdom from his cousin-the-doctor to my then 20-something self, my father is amused by my momentary startlement.  But my slight … Continue reading

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