“Am I afraid to die?” my wife asks me over lunch the other day. Not your typical table-side conversation topic, but timely nonetheless. And the question didn’t come out of the blue, but rather as an extension of an ongoing conversation on my mental state and well being. I have been mentioning to her that I’ve been …
I just heard from Mo that my dad has congestive heart failure. I knew he had gone to the hospital the other day with supposed pneumonia and was kept for observation. We had been trying to get through to them to confirm the diagnosis but until this morning had not been successful. This news is …