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The nameless mailboxes

The mailboxes at Rush University Medical Center, where I spent the past 12 weeks as a chaplain intern, have been stripped of our names as we leave and a new group of interns prepare to begin their 12 weeks after the first of the new year.

It was startling to see our names gone from the mailbox, but it was one more learning for me from these 12 weeks. We are visitors in the “roles” we assume in life. And ultimately, we are visitors in this life, here for a long time, some of us, and very brief times, others of us.

All good.


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Writer Catherine Johnston of Olympia, Wash., addresses issues facing aging baby boomers and seniors as well as issues of serious illness, death and dying, grief and loss.

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