My husband’s grandmother is dying. This isn’t news to us. She’s been dying for a few years now. It just seems to be speeding up and possibly nearing the end at last. I’m happy for her. She’s ready to go. “I just miss my Ruben,” she says, when she talks about it (which isn’t often.) It has been over 15 years since her husband died. That’s a long time to be alone. Her children are not ready for life without... Read more