My best friend’s mother passed away this week. ‘Passed away’ – where did that expression come from? It makes it sound like death was a graceful movement from one room to another, like from the hallway to the parlor. In a way, I suppose it is, if the passing is gentle and gradual rather than sudden and painful. Dear, sweet, gentle Margo. Jess said Margo was like ‘a bird’ at the end. I completely understand what she meant. I sat with my dad for a week while he was in palliative care, under a Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) order. Again, I can intellectually comprehend why a DNR exists – no extraordinary measures for someone nearing the end of their life on earth. But whenever…
Categories: Modern life, Remembrances
