“I’M REQUESTING YOU SEE A GRIEF COUNSELOR.” That’s what my grown daughter said today. I had requested a family meeting about a relational problem involving some faraway relatives. So there we were: me and my registered nurse wife and our two grown children—a manager-guy son and a nurse practitioner daughter. I was surrounded by two healthcare ladies and a salesman. I didn’t have a chance. Souls I’ve loved and lost I know I’ve lost a lot recently. Dad’s loss to cancer was long ago, shortly after 9/11. But I still remember pushing my ear so hard against his chest that … Continue reading I could use a grief counselor