getting to grit
Recently, after 3 years of being "divorced," my parents finally divorced. In the same week, I found myself in a Panera surrounded by a large group of youth protesting the Antwon Rose verdict. "Three shots in the back, how you justify that!" they shouted, faces contorted, as goosebumps crept down my spine. Two of my closest friends suddenly ended their almost 4 year relationship, resulting in several intense late night soul-searching conversations, and the beginning of a new and incredible friendship I never saw coming. Then, my patient died yesterday. I watched his heart flatline on the monitor despite days of lingering hope he would turn the corner. "Time of death, 4:18pm," I said, picked up the phone to call his daughter. "Your father died, Sara.*" (We are taught to be direct, not to use words like "passed" in case we confuse the family.) "He was peaceful and did not suffer," I said followed by a long pause. Space to g