… is I wish I was you! So I could be at peace with my family too!
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I was so lucky to have my Dad for the sixty-nine years of my life — Dad — It was a gift to become your caregiver over the last year of your life. It gave my heart time to open across the bumpy borders of our life.
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Girlfriend. You’re at home dying and I’m here seeing others’ death perceptions and reflections. You taught many about connecting to others while they’re still here and about the importance of saying and expressing love before dying. I didn’t send those flowers. I won’t be sending those flowers
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“See you soon” were my mom’s last words to me. And with that came the realization that at the end of every conversation or visit I need to leave a gracious “closure”. Life is too precious to have your last memory not be one of love &
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I spent the last six months of my mother’s life with her in a process of witnessing the layers of dying in a way now that I cherish as sacred and precious. Such a privilege to be able to be a part of such an enormous moment.
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1. You don’t really know how special it is to feel alive until you see a strong figure widdle away. It’s like watching a monument crumble very slowly; I miss ya grandpa… you always had a presence about you but your brain had a very big flaw.
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To my wiener dog, Stallone You drove me crazy for 14 years Part of me died on the kitchen floor with you I keep looking for you Could not bear to bury you in the back yard since none of us will be there in a few
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Dad, you lay in a hospice bed, restless, confused at most times, picking things in the air, fighting for breath as your lungs filled up — your eyes widened when your two youngest walked in the room. It took a moment of coughing and rambling – as
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Just a few short weeks ago my cousin died of ovarian cancer after a very brief illness. I was privileged to be asked to be official witness to her request for assisted death under the new laws. My cousin was in control of her death as she
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You were never spoke of — the baby that miscarried, The baby that died in the womb, the child dead at birth. No grief was shown to us — the living children. How can we learn to grieve your passing?
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