This weekend I helped a friend write her father’s obituary. He had been sick for some time and his death wasn’t so much of a surprise as it was a hardened reality. But that never makes the loss of a loved one any easier. It doesn’t make him less missed. Nor did it make writing about him in a few short paragraphs any easier for the family. So she called me and I listened to them talk – their stories, their intent, their wishes for the overall finished product. It wasn’t that I was more qualified or more experienced; it was my first obituary. It was that I was more removed from the situation. I was able to channel their grief in a way that they couldn’t immediately communicate.
There were still so many questions, though...Read More