Honestly, in the age of streaming, the parental advisory warning has become a bit of a lost rite of passage. As a child, getting your first CD with that little black and white sticker of maturity was ...
As I read to him, I realized he had never stopped grieving for my mother. In that first terrible year without her, he had read the letters, just as I was doing, to try to come to terms with her loss.
It took all my courage, but I read the letters aloud to my father as his frail body withered. “Hearing,” the hospice nurse assured me, “is the last sense to fade. Your voice, your words, comfort him.” ...