Aug 24, 2021
4 min read
Waiting in an Imaginary Lineup, We Can't Avoid
Why are we so afraid to talk about death?
As I slowly allowed myself to slide off the wharf at my Grandparents' cottage back in the summer of 1983, my intuition guided me into the water, under I went at the age of three while my father was out fishing in the distance, and my mother was on the lawn sun tanning.
