“Oh no,” I heard my wife’s voice drop in the bedroom. I went in to pick it up and found her peering through the window, the red glow of an ambulance flashing upon her face. We assumed the obvious. Across the street, our ninety-four-year-old neighbor died in his home.
Even the noblest and most peaceful death after a long and happy life has a way of nudging me awake. [READ THE REST AT HAVINGTIME.COM]