How to Trade Your Grief for Love
Recently, the 20th anniversary of my father's death came and went. Dad died unexpectedly one evening after my husband and I and our teenaged children had been visiting. We drove the 70 miles home, happy about our plans to visit again the next week. My mom went into their bedroom to get Dad's bed and other stuff ready so she could help him settle for the night. (He had ALS and was confined to a wheelchair.) She went back out to the living room and found him. The paramedics who came within minutes after she called 911 pronounced him dead. Then she called me. The phone was ringing as we walked in the door of our home. ALS is a horrible disease with no cure. I had been mourning my father for more than two years already as he gradually lost his ability to walk, swallow, and even sit upright or turn his head. But I wasn't prepared for him to die. None of us were. ALS is a slow death – and then it's sudden. Why we hang on ...