COVID19 has taken so much. Now, it is taking Halloween, as well: a fraction of houses in our neighborhood are decorated. Most neighbors are going to have darkened doors. And those who venture out place themselves and others at risk of an especially cruel trick. This is a lament for Halloween lost.
I recently wrote an article describing my last visit with my father. He passed away on the morning of April 3rd, two days after his 85th birthday. Given the number of people who linger for years in the purgatorial twilight of dementia, his relatively quick demise (he was officially diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in December 2017) […]
Douglas Groothuis. Walking Through Twilight: A Wife’s Illness–A Philosopher’s Lament (Downer’s Grove, IL: IVP Books). On December 19, 2017, we received the official diagnosis: Alzheimer’s disease. While it was terrible news — a literal death sentence — we were not surprised: Dad had been on the decline for months, and truth be known, the doctor was […]