Grief: one year later
by Barbara Platts
Aspen Times Weekly October 2014
My dad passed away...
on Oct. 27, 2013. I remember the day vividly. My siblings and I sat quietly around his bed in a hospice center in Pratt, Kansas, waiting for the inevitable. He had been fighting melanoma for almost four years. Even at the end he still had a fighting stance, with his fists clenched up, ready to take on whatever was coming next.