Death Trip

Relating to death and finding the language to connect

Last month, my friend Dan died of brain cancer. We played volleyball together thirty years ago at the University of Toronto in the city where I grew up and formed my ideas about life and death. Dan and I were teammates. It had been ten years since I’d seen Dan or the friends from Toronto who texted me to share the news of his death. During that time, I’ve moved all over the U.S. and faced my own death, which changed my perspective on dying.