Experiencing Suicide Bereavement With the Help of the Sacraments
Two airplane trails crossed the pale winter sky, making a St. Andrew’s cross. A few hours before, I had visited a police morgue. Until I…
Two airplane trails crossed the pale winter sky, making a St. Andrew’s cross. A few hours before, I had visited a police morgue. Until I…
“We need to keep her in the hospital. Her weight is dangerously low.” These words, spoken by a kind, Spanish doctor, shattered my illusion that…