An Unexpected Kind Of Family Foresight
As a longtime Presbyterian minister, my father was a funeral expert of sorts. During his more than 35 years in the ministry he’d become well acquainted with death and with grieving survivors. He’d spent much of his professional time in hospitals, at funeral homes and services, and in houses that suddenly felt empty. Also, he’d had his own near-death experiences, having had a series of heart attacks. Even so, his call to me at work was startling....