Great story, Mark. Great lesson. I lost my younger brother 42 years ago, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. It’s not raw emotion like it was in the beginning, just a sweet remembering. Wondering what life would be like if he was still here today.
Last month, I lost my beautiful daughter-in-law to a very rare cancer, leaving behind my 36-year-old Fairfield graduate son and my five-year-old grandson. It’s still raw and I think of her every day, the great times we had and the great times she’ll no longer be part of. my grief is palpable, but I know I’ll eventually get to a point where I can smile instead of cry.
Both of my parents had dementia. I called that period of my life the slow goodbye. I miss them as well, but it’s different. They left a good long life. We expect our parents to die before us, but not necessarily our siblings or our child’s spouse.
You write very well. The good Fairfield Jesuits would be proud of you! Go Stags!
Great story, Mark. Great lesson. I lost my younger brother 42 years ago, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. It’s not raw emotion like it was in the beginning, just a sweet remembering. Wondering what life would be like if he was still here today.
Last month, I lost my beautiful daughter-in-law to a very rare cancer, leaving behind my 36-year-old Fairfield graduate son and my five-year-old grandson. It’s still raw and I think of her every day, the great times we had and the great times she’ll no longer be part of. my grief is palpable, but I know I’ll eventually get to a point where I can smile instead of cry.
Both of my parents had dementia. I called that period of my life the slow goodbye. I miss them as well, but it’s different. They left a good long life. We expect our parents to die before us, but not necessarily our siblings or our child’s spouse.
You write very well. The good Fairfield Jesuits would be proud of you! Go Stags!