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  “He was my North, my South, my East, and West…” From W.H. Auden’s “Funeral Blues” Growing up, I spent plenty of sleepless nights worri...

Tuesday, January 27, 2026


Guest Post by Nancy Prom-Pierson


“You should probably come home.”

               Those words, spoken by my sister Sandi, reflected a sort of pact we had when my dad started getting ill, and given that I live 10 hours away from my home town, I made her promise that she would be honest with me when it seemed as though his time was running short. In May, 2020, she did just that. I went home to spend my last days with Dad. This was something I knew would happen some day, but I still wasn’t prepared.