Eight months after my wife Lisa died of cancer I sat on our bed staring at my gold wedding band, the symbol of our love and marriage that I still wore. I don't want to let go. I didn't want my marriage to
"You are the worst father there is," shouts Nick, my 12 year old son. My son is ranting and raving about the injustices he suffers at my rules. Rules that I ranted and raved about when I was his age. I
Religion and politics are two subjects regarded as most abhorred in polite company, but there's one that's even more verboten: death and dying.How peculiar is that since no one is getting out of here alive?