RMHC
There’s a special connection that comes with preparing meals for others too heartbroken to cook for themselves. Making those dinners with a group of volunteers brings an intimacy and humility that cannot be matched. And one of the best spots I know to do that is at the  Ronald McDonald House in Falls Church, Va., a place that offers comfort, refuge and care for families whose children are battling life-threatening illnesses.
GovernorsIslandSkyline
One of my very best friends died three years ago. He happened to be my grandfather, who was 96 years old. He  was ready. It was time.
Arlington National Cemetery
In World War II, families learned of a loved one killed in action by telegram. My husband's grandfather, with two military sons, recalled watching the telegram delivery man ride his bike down the street and praying that he would not stop at his door. Today a uniformed service member delivers the notification in person. Since 2001, the families of almost 7,000 men and women have opened their front doors to that devastating news.
boy scout
by Alan Moll
Lloyd Stableford
by Lloyd Stableford
StressedWoman
After the alarm goes off at 5:45 a.m., each day brings a new set of challenges: deadlines and responsibility at work, AP history homework, French quizzes, soccer carpools, meetings at school, dogs that need to be walked and a hardworking husband who is rarely home before 8 p.m. My mother died in February after a difficult illness, and still I sometimes wake in the middle of the night in grief and panic. Add to that list a new study to worry about: The stress of my life may be increasing my risk of getting  Alzheimer's disease.
photo-20
"Are you sure?" I asked my uncle. I looked around the basement and waited for the catch.
Star of David
I had not seen Rose Toren for almost 15 years, until last weekend, when I decided that if anyone deserved tribute on this special holiday of memory and celebration, it was she.
lonely man on beach
I received word the other day that a long-time acquaintance had died. We had worked together in the beginning years of my newspaper career, and while we hadn't been that close, he nonetheless had represented a link in a circle of friends that was growing smaller every year. I was losing my history.
J. Covitch & Son
It was my first trip to Pennsylvania since Pop Pop passed away, and I was equal parts excited and apprehensive - excited because it was (and is) my favorite place on the planet; nervous because my favorite person wouldn't be there.
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