Hektoen International

A Journal of Medical Humanities

Tag: Gregory O’Gara

  • Metaphor, memory, and my grandmother’s hands

    Gregory O’GaraNew Jersey, United States Sometimes when it rains, the droplets are barely perceptible. There is no fog or mist, no thunder, no presage. I sat outside looking upward. There was nothing discernable in the darkness of the sky except the absence of stars. If memories were like stars, they should last forever; but even…

  • The dying room

    Gregory O’GaraNew Jersey, United States The first Sunday in December was a typical winter day; cold but clear, leafless trees, overcast sky. It was the kind of morning I dreaded as a child, having to get out of bed and go to the 11am mass at St. Margaret’s, no time to relax and watch a…