It’s been months since I last posted. During this time my father was diagnosed with, and succumbed to, lung cancer. While I anticipate my experience may produce future thoughts on the U.S. health care system, today is about my father’s passing.
Freud called one’s father’s death “the most important event, the most poignant loss, of a man’s life.” This has been paraphrased to something like “you are not a real, independent adult until you bury one parent.”