Dealing with death: 25 years on

I remember once standing in the middle of a graveyard with my dad. We’d just been putting flowers on my grandparent’s grave when he stopped and turned to me. “The thing about graveyards…” he began, a huge grin on his face. “…is that everyone’s dying to get into them.” He laughed at himself as though... Continue Reading →

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