Especially during holiday seasons, we remember loved ones who are not with us. Even long after they have passed, we can cherish old memories and even make new ones with the help of social media. Recently I learned something sweet about my brother John, who died of Hodgkin's lymphoma decades ago, from a high school friend I never knew about.
PUBLISHED DECEMBER 05, 2018
Felicia Mitchell is a poet and writer who makes her home in southwestern Virginia, where she teaches at Emory & Henry College. She was diagnosed with Stage 2b HER2-positive breast cancer in 2010. Website: www.feliciamitchell.net
My hearts knows "to every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." My logical mind, though, is less accepting. I wish my brother John's season had been longer.
John was 21 when he breathed his last breath in 1976. This month, although I was there when he died, I ordered a copy of his death certificate to see if it held any secrets. The official cause of death was, of course, no surprise: "Disseminated Hodgkin's Disease."
John was 21 when he breathed his last breath in 1976. This month, although I was there when he died, I ordered a copy of his death certificate to see if it held any secrets. The official cause of death was, of course, no surprise: "Disseminated Hodgkin's Disease."
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