As a pediatrician at a hospital, I see tons of tragedy but am rarely given a moment to mourn. Taking just a few minutes to honor their lives helps me keep going.
When there’s a murder or mysterious death in remote areas of Alaska, corpses are flown in to the state morgue. This is what it’s like to run that airborne operation.
Hospice care was supposed to make it all easier — for him and for us. But that hardly helped when the man I loved was reduced to nothing.
In Seoul, everyone from corporations to cafes is working to lower the world’s highest suicide rate.
After my grandmother had a catastrophic stroke, I obsessively took photos of us for posterity. Even then, I didn’t realize how much they’d mean to me when she was gone.
In Richmond, Virginia, an overgrown cemetery had become a dreary dumpsite. Now a crew of volunteers is making sure these bygone lives don’t get lost to history.
From AIDS patients in the ’80s to the Boston Marathon bomber, Peter Stefan has built a career saving society’s undesirable dead from the fate of mass graves.
...and no one was going to stop us.
After documenting their deaths from cancer, one year apart, a photographer decides it’s time to look beyond her lens and focus on the legacy Mom and Dad left behind.