Obituaries tell you in black and white all the facts. But it’s just the facts. Back in the day when my mother died, they were horrible things. They mostly just listed the survivors — as if managing to live when someone else in your family had just died was worthy of getting your name in the paper.
At least now they talk a bit more about The Life. The Joy. The Vision. All The Gifts we hope linger and rise to the surface after…
