Death and the Rituals we use to Navigate Life
Today my father would have turned 77. He died over ten years ago, not quite reaching his 67th birthday. It is somewhat alarming to think that in 16 years’ time I will be the same age as he was when he died. We are not very good at thinking honestly about death. But as I…
Happy birthday to the dearly departed.
On what would have been my father’s 76th birthday, I reflect on the power of anniversaries to tell the world what you can’t tell the dead. I miss you, and I love you.