Reluctance to Talk about Death
Joy is bedbound now; her kidneys are failing. Since Joy is very hard of hearing I leaned in close. Before I could get a “how are you?” out, her granddaughter literally ripped my name tag off of my shirt. Her hands were frantically waiving over her head as she shouted in a whisper, “I don’t want my grandmother to know that she is on hospice!”
By the way, Joy is 102.
Why do people fear death so much that they can’t talk about it?