Certain dreams linger when I wake, I, ambling through the house, empty. I wander room to room, my footsteps echoing against floors and walls, light
Tag: hospice
John, how can we thank you?
Mom and I would wait for John every Wednesday afternoon. He was as reliable as Big Ben, always on time, climbing up the back steps
Grace, letting go and dying
I’ve been humbled as of late. A few health scares have caused me to look even deeper at life and how I clutch on to