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
What Martin Luther King’s Daughter Has to Say About Grief by Lynda Cheldelin Fell She was just 5-years-old when her famous daddy, Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated. Thanks in part to the Pulitzer Prize-winning photo of the young Bernice King on her mother’s lap, most are familiar with that story. Yet a recent New York Times article about
I was sitting in the office of New York City’s preeminent gynecological oncological surgeons when he brought up a quotation that had been mentioned to him, one he shares with both cancer survivors and the survivors of a cancer death: “I guess it comes down to a simple choice–get busy living or get busy dying.”
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 Sullivans enlisted in the US Navy on January 3, 1942, with the stipulation that they serve together. The
Condolence Letters and Presidents A few weeks ago I published in this column a condolence letter from President Lincoln to a young woman on the occasion of her father’s passing. Readers appreciated it, so I set out to find another with the help of my trusty friend, Google. I settled on something a bit different.