In gratitude to my mother, Velma N. Riley “Vee” and to my father, John D. Riley. Both gifted me enormous insights and wisdom on living and dying. And, to all the leading pioneers in the field of death and dying who have contributed immensely to my work and service.
On Dying. This may be the most important conversation you ever have.
https://www.nextavenue.org/you-need-a-ventilator/?hide_newsletter=true&utm_source=Next+Avenue+Email+Newsletter&utm_campaign=f4912e5793-4.28.2020_Tuesday_NewsletterGA_Engaged&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_056a405b5a-f4912e5793-165438633&mc_cid=f4912e5793&mc_eid=6e469a9c9d My father was on a ventilator (2007), and against his will. He ended up having a tracheostomy, something he would never have wanted. I do want to make a comment about something in this article — about not being able to speak (yes), but in the case of my father, he could clearly communicate. […]
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