A week or so ago, we were visiting with friends who I had not seen since my mother’s death in July. I had forgotten that I had not seen them, and so was not prepared for their very kind words when they first saw me and hugged me. So, I thanked them for their words
Editor’s Note: in honor of D-Day, we publish this poem written to his mother by a World War One veteran, John Hunter Wickersham, who died serving his country. A short bio follows. The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat The mist hangs low and quiet on a ragged line of hills, There’s a whispering of
Grief in the Emergency Department – personal lessons from loss By Dr Caroline Macari Two years ago something happened that, not to be overly dramatic, changed my life, including my everyday experience of my job as an emergency specialist. My older brother, Martin died of a rare and aggressive form of Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma that spread
EDITORS NOTE: WE PUBLISH THIS IN HONOR OF ALL THOSE WHO DIED IN THE SERVICE OF THIS NATION. One of the saddest family stories of WWII was the death of the five Sullivan brothers from the USS Juneau in 1942. Below is a their story in brief, and President Roosevelt’s letter to their mother. The
“You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.”
