As 2013 concludes, I’ve recently been thinking about three experiences that have helped shape my thinking and bring balance to my life. They’ve helped me discover and define something I value: going somewhere. Going forward.
My last remaining grandparent died when I was 27. My family and I traveled to upstate New York about two weeks before she passed away. Deep in the grip of dementia, she had degraded to the point at which she was no longer talking, walking, or eating. She had gone from forgetting who people were six months before to a staring, silent body in a bed.
The dim hallways, the dark corner of her room where she lay, and the visage that …