I have been a little obsessed with death over the last few weeks. I randomly started a list of nonfiction stories about people who saw death coming. Then Tim Rogers interviewed Krys Boyd for his wonderful profile in the April issue (“What to Think About When You Think About Krys Boyd”), which caused him to get a little wet-eyed and necessitated a discussion at our desks about the sudden death of Krys’ first husband from heart failure and the slow death of Diane Rehm’s husband from Parkinson’s and the question of which is better—to have notice of loss, or not.
I’ve had both, sudden loss and advance-notice loss. I’d say it’s a toss-up.
The particular loss that has been on my mind, though, is that of my mother. She died from sepsis after a week in the hospital from what started as a cold, or bronchitis, or pneumonia that she caught as a high school English teacher. She was 65. I pretty much just realized a few minutes ago, while multi-tasking and searching for a Mother’s Day item for the Style section of the magazine and instead finding yet another article about death on the New York Times website, that I may have death on the brain because, well, Mother’s Day is coming up. And this will be the 10th anniversary of losing her.Read More