No One Came to My Husband’s Funeral. They Were All at My Sister’s Engagement Party.

and a chaplain. They transformed our bedroom into a peaceful space with a hospital bed positioned to look out the window at the maple tree just beginning to bud. They educated me about the dying process, about comfort medications, about signs to watch for.

“Call your family,” Maria advised gently. “Now is the time for goodbyes.”

I called my parents that continue reading …