Hospice and palliative care are bringing dying back to life
My friend and neighbor died last week. In his early eighties, wiry, opinionated, well-read, he never tolerated schooling. He built an excavating business with a perfected aesthetic for contouring soil and also built a few homes in town including mine. When he saw the architect’s lower pitched roof framed on the garage, he had it torn off because: “It just wasn’t right. It looks like a tiny bowler hat on …