For 38 years I have written my Yizkor sermon last. It’s hard to face so much sadness.  

So many of us have watched people we deeply love face the doctors, the needles, and the tubes.  The twisted car wreckage, the images of metastatic cells gone mad, a mental illness no less mad.  It is so hard to watch the journey from independence, to assisted living, to memory care, to a final, eternal sleep.