3 Tips for Living from Those Who Are Dying
The room was silent except for the hum of the machines, the rhythmic blip of the heart monitor, and quiet cadence of my dad’s breathing.
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The room was silent except for the hum of the machines, the rhythmic blip of the heart monitor, and quiet cadence of my dad’s breathing.
I never liked cancer. I like it even less now. In my work as a hospice chaplain and grief counselor, I interact with cancer in
Ah, the holidays. Halls, houses, and lawns are decked with festive decorations. Kitchens are filled with delightful, savory aromas. The air is laced with laughter,
Life is tough. Our hearts get hit, again and again. We get battered with disappointment, estrangement, abandonment, rejection, break-ups, illness, disabilities, and death. Grief is
We’re all missing someone, and it hurts. Loss is painful. Grief is challenging. We never get over people. We’re not designed to. Life is about
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