My father-in-law is in hospice, and will not live much longer. It seems death has dogged me and my family in the last decade. My wife moved him here from Boston recently after he took a fall there, and his health declined rapidly over the holidays. It is tough practice, but one that Buddhist practice looks upon as a tremendous opportunity. In the death-denying Western society, it's tough however. It's very tough not to avoid and fear, and I've had many weak moments. Yet even during the experience, I can feel a richness and closeness to others, not normally experienced in day-to-day life. It induces compassion in me for others, like nothing else.
Merry Kwanzaa etc.!
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