By Anjali Pinto — 2018
I reimagine the last moments I had with my husband, Jacob, often. The feel of his freshly washed hair slipping between my fingers.
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I learned about a lot of things in medical school, but mortality wasn’t one of them. Although I was given a dry, leathery corpse to dissect in anatomy class in my first term, our textbooks contained almost nothing about aging or frailty or dying.