What can we do when we are forced to face death? Do we continue ignoring it or do we weave it into our understanding, possibly creating a more nuanced appreciation for both the fleetingness of life and its interconnected nature? I find that it is this very activity that can arm us with the tools needed to continue living in a world that no longer... See more

Because the truth is, this kind of caregiving—this standing at the edge of someone else’s mortality—it strips away everything nonessential. You see what’s left. And what’s left is love. Messy, imperfect, gutting love. The kind that keeps you up at night and also anchors you to the earth.