So this isn’t scary, but it’s spooky and it really happened. My only sibling, a brother, died from cancer in 2002. My only child, a son was born in 2008. My son was in his room and asleep in 2012, when he later (about 1 hour) woke up and came downstairs. He told his dad and me that “Uncle Tobe says hi.”. We never…

I love this and and I believe in this. I’m tired of “passed away”. We die. It’s inevitable. Everyone should have some agency and dignity when it comes to how this happens. My brother died almost 14 years ago of a rare cancer. We had almost a year to love him and say goodbye. He did it the way he wanted to.