Making Sense of Death Is Living Life Wisely

On this Memorial Day, I found myself trying to make sense of death.

Every time I hear the laughs and babbles of my infant son, I am struck that the term “infant” is from the latin infans, which means, essentially, “incapable of speech.” Yet, with gurgles and coos and nehs and wahs very present, he has a language all his own, and I am enthralled. It was the same way after the birth of my daughter, who just finished her first year in preschool.


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