“All I want is to have my family around me.” I was giving my father a therapeutic touch treatment to help ease his pain. His
“Mom, I don’t know how to say this, but…” I was tucking my ten-year-old son into bed. “Go ahead.” “Well, I don’t want to hurt
The forest is thick with the smell of new leaves, tinged with the lingering winter musk. The trees here stretch endlessly upwards, their trunks a
Although I never met the man, I can imagine him as somehow mesmerizing, with a captivating smile, a soothing throaty voice, or sparkling dark eyes.
The man across from me was weathered and tanned, with a dark mop of curls, and shocking blue eyes. “What bothers me most,” he was
My father fought against death at the end, even though he was wracked with pain, had difficulty breathing, and spent many of his nights in