I’ll admit a disappointing answer up front: I don’t know. Because I’m dying, I’ve been saying goodbye a lot, but even after a bunch of practice I still don’t know how …| The Story's Story
My wife, Bess, wrote this. It’s 11 p.m. and I’m shaving my dying husband’s head. We’re in the bathroom, lit only by a curlicue of nightlight. I’m wielding a heavy pair of metal clippers in my right…| The Story's Story