At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

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Twenty-two, graduating.

Thirty-five, dead in Alaska because a man decided her illness was an inconvenience and her death was an asset.

The funeral was small because Alaska is large and people are scattered and grief is expensive.

Her colleagues from school came. Teachers, librarians, aides, the principal who cried before he finished the eulogy. A continue reading …