And the story doesn’t end when the loved one dies — no, that’s only Act I. There are yet the loved one’s affairs to sort out, the family feuds over…

Now, my parents are aging and I dread the day for us to bid farewell. I visit my parents several times a year and I make it a point to…

Even though I’ve worked in hospice for years and have discussed end-of-life wishes with countless people, I’d never had the conversation with those that matter most to me: my family….

When she was still able to talk, she made it clear that she was NOT going to have this conversation. I’d bring shabbat dinner every week and after some version…

Further chemotherapy would only prolong the inevitable and only incur further pain and suffering. We prepared his funeral arrangements, even to the details of picking out his oak coffin. I…

…much of this story I could tell you, but what I want to share is that now, all these years later, I realize that myself, who was trained for Hospice…