Watercolors
Her husband Their father Her brother A life-long dear friend to many Their talented up-and-coming Muni-Bond analyst Our loving son ……each of these people only in part define one person, our son Rick (Richard), who was taken in November 2022 as he and his spouse, Maria, planned an extensive Thanksgiving Day gathering. His 37-year-life was […]
Calling Long Distance
I wake with a start. Something isn’t right. No matter the hour, I need to call. Grabbing the phone, I dial Dad’s area code. I can’t remember his number. I panic. This makes no sense. We talk every Sunday. Tears flood my eyes. Truth pierces. It’s been nearly a year, since he died. Yet, he lives, in my dreams.
Her Reflection
Her eyes smile at the corners. Her whole face is a smile. Even at rest, she exudes joy. Contentment. Comfort in her own skin. Her fingers expertly search the counter for deodorant, toothpaste, a hairbrush. These are the items she uses daily, quickly, to prepare to face another day. She’s half dressed, leaving her shirt until the last preparations have been finished. Almost imperceptibly, she takes the smallest moment to check her appearance in the mirror. Her eyes dart from her brushed out wave of curls to her chest where a long maroon scar peeks from her bra. In one fluid
Does it Ever Get Easy?
We have become better at helping our pets live. We have not become equally good at letting them go. As a veterinary internist for more than thirty-five years, I’ve helped thousands of people make one of the hardest decisions they’ll ever face: when to stop treating and let a beloved animal die. Surprisingly, that decision has become more difficult. Not because veterinary medicine has failed us. Quite the opposite. It has succeeded. Forty years ago, the human-animal bond existed, but it didn’t even have a name. Today, our pets sleep in our beds, accompany us on vacations, they have insurance policies
