Death

I am a writer. I am not a great writer, but a writer all the same. An authentic writer, writes about what is true for him or her and the truth for me is that I am dying.  I knew the time would come when I would write about this journey and since I have some…

My sister died on the 9th of February. Ours was an odd relationship. For years, she had been a member of a religion that prohibited her from being with people, including her family, who were not in her organization. Recently, she had begun to question those beliefs and we had several lunches of her cautiously…