My Father’s Reassuring Atheism
November is the month in which both my parents were born and both passed away, so it’s peppered through with dates that make me think about them and about Life and Mortality.
My dad spent his last days in a beautiful hospice. One of us stood with him at the window, looking out at the gorgeous autumn leaves, and asked him: Are you sad that this is the last Fall you will see?
He replied:
I’ve had a wonderful life, and now it’s over, and that’s OK.










