"Just going from here to there" she said.

This is a very moving New York Times account of how an expiring order of nuns manages death. I have often wondered, when I go out in the sea of silver hair in Fort Lauderdale and Wilton Manors, how we gay men manage death as a community. We are not bound by the vows and financial surrendering made by the nuns, but we are bound by our histories and our camaraderie. Do we surround and support each other well at the time of death or is it business as usual with too much medication and anxiety and too little attention? If ever there was a place that could benefit from the example of these nuns, it's this town.