Old Age is Not for Sissies
Back and forth he went from hospital to rehab, rehab to hospital. All the while he kept asking to go home. It was a grueling cycle that proved being a patient in the modern medical system is not for the faint of heart.
What Does Dying Mean to a Five Year Old?
At five years old I had no concept of death. When I saw my dad laying in his casket at the funeral home I thought he was sleeping. I didn’t realize it was permanent. I ran around the casket thinking it was a game we were playing; pulling myself up on tiptoes to look in at him and wondering why his face was frozen.