| When I was ten years old my father died and it was decided my sister & I would not attend his funeral. I have no memories of visiting in hospital as he slipped away from cancer. I remember coughing and hair loss… only aware he had a serious illness. When my mother told me he had died… I said I didn’t believe her. I regret this. How different this could have been…. Death is a reality of life that must be met with honest, open loving acceptance.
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Creating space to pause, reflect and share experiences with dying and death
