My Grandma Schumer was a tough old lady, nothing like the rest of them. I always said she was like a stereotypical British woman: she didn’t show emotion but you knew she loved you.
When Michelle Matteson first began researching death doulas, or end-of-life doulas, it was because her mother shared her own experience of being a child aware of and present around the death of a neighbor.
Matteson’s...
As young vibrant college students, we don’t usually think about death on a regular basis as anything more than an abstract concept.
For the most part we aren’t writing wills, choosing caskets or thinking...
Larry Ankenbrand, a retired KSS professor, strokes the name slate belonging to his wife, Maureen, Sunday afternoon at the Commemorative Courtyard.
Ankenbrand said his wife died several months ago, so...
A lot of horrible things happened to me these past couple weeks.
On April 29 at night, my mother's birthday, I got a call from my father--a call I've been dreading since the beginning of the Spring...
On the Tuesday of Thanksgiving break, I received some heartbreaking news. My grandmother had suffered a massive stroke and was being flown from her sleepy Arkansas home to Memphis for treatment.
My...
I was not Byron Edingburg’s best friend, nor was I his favored companion. I was more like his frequent associate my sophomore year.
I had seen him around on campus passing by, heading towards Old...
