(NYTIMES) - There are few things in life more fraught than conversations about illness, death and money.
But I really understood it only after my father's Lou Gehrig's disease was diagnosed in 2015. It was tempting to curse the gods, rant and rave, and lose myself in anticipated grief. That would not have been all that practical, though.
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