Death – Three Times and You Are Done

I was reminded last night of my Great Grandmother’s belief that a person dies three times – not to mention  her subtle request to always keep her memory alive. Busha (Polish I believe for grandmother – at least that is what we were led to believe and a reason I myself refuse to be called Busha by my four-year old grandson) told me a person dies first when  their physical body  expires.  Their second…