In his Boston Globe column on Tuesday, Donald. M. Murray wrote eloquently of his wife, Minnie Mae, who had refused food and medication, and was quietly drifting away.
If you have been reading Donald Murray’s column each week, you have come to know Minnie Mae not like a friend perhaps, but as someone you wish you could have known. Mr. Murray’s chronicle of his daily visits with his wife during her final year or so in a nursing home and his recollections of their life together in earlier days are a most remarkable story of love and devotion at the end of life.
One hopes a publisher will see the value of collecting these columns in a book. It would be a joy to own and read.