Death and Dying. Darned unpleasant behind bars!
Death and dying are on my mind. Earlier on this Saturday I played the organ for a memorial service in our church. That prompted some reflections. Death and dying have been a part of this old man’s life for decades. In the 1950s, when I got married, I was a news reporter. My new bride, Marcia, was an emergency room nurse. I covered accidents where there were fatalities . Family was there. Marcia treated patients who didn’t make it. Family was there. Later in life, while serving some 50 years as a church organist, I played for many funeral services. Family was there . Meanwhile, Marcia became a certified hospice nurse, sitting at the side of men and women in their final moments. The beauty of it was, Family was there . Well, then came my third career. I began working with prisoners and it wasn’t long before I and my new organization were dealing with death and dying for the incarcerated. The big difference: Family wasn’t there! Marcia and I cam...