Preface
About twenty-five years ago I had a year that included an experience with death once per month for twelve months in a row. Like some cosmic clock, from my grandfather to my housemate’s father, wife’s beloved calico cat, best friend’s dog, three children, two babies, a coworker, and others.
Each passing was unique, from natural aging to euthanasia, accidents, suicide, chromosomal failure, heart attack, and miscarriage. My varied relationships and roles with each offered a profound mosaic of perspectives on loss and love. I’ve come to consider this my 101 level learning in the school of life’s study of living with death.