I just spent the last 2 hours in a cramped 3-bed hospital room with my 82-year-old Godmother. This is the woman my daughter is named after. The woman who was a best friend to my grandmother, a kind of surrogate mother for my own mother and the woman at whose home I have the fondest memories of my childhood. She is a pretty amazing woman and I am so incredibly thankful that she has always been a part of my life. Talking with her today, we covered the usual. How the kids and Natural Urban Dad are doing, how goes the progress on the new house, and the usual chit-chat. And then the conversation took a turn that it often does with her. She is ready to die. She actually wants to die. Seven years ago this December, the love of her life, the man she was married to...
