Excerpts

  • Introduction
    I have been preoccupied with death for as long as I can remember. All my life I have either been thinking about it in order to make sense of it, or trying not to think about it so I wouldn’t have to make sense of it. What follows is the story of my own personal struggle to become comfortable with the idea of death and dying, but it’s a story that involves every person ever born, because death is the final chapter in everyone’s life story. Read more ...
  • Letter to My Dad
    I want to share with you some thoughts I’ve had about the miracle of life. First we’re born, we live our life, and then we die. Birth is a miracle we rejoice in, so it doesn’t make us afraid. But it’s a great mystery—just like death. Can you imagine that your life began as a seed planted in your mother’s womb, and that you grew inside her body for nine months, then passed through the birth canal out into this world? Read more ...