I am not strong. People tell me all the time that I am strong. Mostly, when people say this, they are referring to me in relationship to the things I have survived. But I have never understood the way we praise strength, especially when, what I know about strength, is that it’s simply what’s left…Read more »
Category: dying
Not Strong
You Are Already Forgiven
I knew when my father started to die, because I felt the morphine run through my own body, 3,000 miles away. Waves of nausea and that narcotic kind of calm came and went, covering over a rising panic one moment, and laying it bare the next. At the time, I was shopping at Target and…Read more »