Meeting Death It was a seemingly endless summer the year that I met death the first time.  Any stay-at-home parent with a young child has known the unique combination of lengthy days spent repeatedly feeding, holding, and changing that child and the feeling of time speeding by as clothes are outgrown overnight and new things are experienced at lightning speed.  Yes, the growing up period, the learning to live period, can make time seem to stand still.  So can the slowing down period, the learning to die period.  And my small family was experiencing both that year. During the summer … Continue reading Meeting Death