I looked at her, exhausted in the hospital bed, and she looked at you, and you looked at me looking at her with eyes that had never known anything else, and for a moment there I swear we saw each othe...
Jakie, is it my birthday or am I dying?" (Seeing all her children assembled at her bedside in her last illness.)
When I die, I would love to die smiling. If however I forget this, I hope I have someone there to make me smile.
It is a dreadful thing to wait and watch for the approach of death; to know that hope is gone, and recovery impossible; and to sit and count the dreary hours through long, long, nights - such nights a...
Top question of the dying: "What made me sick?