Losing a Parent
June 4, 2020
He’s going quickly When we arrived in the COVID haunted airport, my sister and her husband were waiting for us curbside in the car. “Hurry,” exhorted my sister, “he’s going quickly.” Five months earlier, we were hugging my father good-bye outside a Courtyard Marriott hotel in Long Island. At 90 years of age, he conveyed the impression of a man [β¦]