The end of life comes to us all. And when it comes at age 93 it’s easy to say, “It’s time. He had a long and good life.” But it isn’t easy for those left behind: Family and friends try to put a life into perspective, yearning to discover the tiniest thread of meaning, aching for comfort and a sense of peace.
My husband suffered a hemorrhagic stroke one springtime afternoon last year. Not too many years ago, such a cerebral hemorrhage or apoplexy, as it was once called, would have killed him immediately. Modern medicine could stabilize and save.
Hemorrhagic strokes are different from the more common ischemic ones. They don’t paralyze. Instead they affect balance and coordination, judgment and memory.
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