By Joan Halifax On a windy afternoon, I stood with John and his other family members atop a mesa in New Mexico. John handed his wife the ashes of their eldest son, Patrick, who had died of AIDS. Wordless, she received them and…
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By Joan Halifax On a windy afternoon, I stood with John and his other family members atop a mesa in New Mexico. John handed his wife the ashes of their eldest son, Patrick, who had died of AIDS. Wordless, she received them and…
