All My Valuables Walk On Two Feet

We were a couple of days shy of the first official Sunday of the holiday season. I called everyone around my mother’s bed. Gathered around her bed we sang every Christmas song we knew; it was as if my dying mother had become everyone’s mother.

Getting Ready For Final Departure

Before her lung cancer diagnosis eight months ago, she had a dream that she was caring for a dead body with dignity, learning to bathe it with gentle care. “I’m the next body,” Sherry told me firmly.