The end came rather quickly for Dad. His health had been stable and we were prepared for several more years of happiness, caring for him. A stroke intervened, however, and, in a second, he was taken away from us. Needless to say, Mom and I mourned him greatly. I, in particular, mourned for the greater intimacy he allowed me to share in his last days. Mom, too, mourned his passing although she kept her private feelings to herself. She confided to me later that she and Dad had an agreement. If either of them passed first, the other would carry on normally, limiting their bereavement to the brief… Read more