Disability

The Grief Cliché of the COVID Era

By

My late brother would have been extremely susceptible to the virus that has upended our lives. But don’t tell me to be grateful that he’s gone. 

My Brother’s Christmas-Themed Funeral

By

Alan lived with a rare genetic disorder that made him unpredictable, child-like and full of wonder. When he died at age 43, his memorial service was unique as he was.

Grieving in a Broken Body

By and

I was badly injured in the accident that killed my mother. Never was I more at peace with her death than in those six months between the funeral and when I started walking again.

‘Daddy, Daddy, Where Are You?’

By

After 9/11 my son asked for his father dozens of times a day, everyday — for nine years.