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Your number is still my speed dial

Your number is still my speed dial

Dearest friend & brother, Mark — I couldn’t let you go Never got to say Godspeed Do you know now the impact you had on us all? The 5 am calls are missed — your number is still my speed dial #5 Our mantra “I’ll give you

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For you, I will carry on

For you, I will carry on

I miss you so much it hurts. Random moments of my day make me miss you, make me wish I could call or text you. But I can’t. I’ve learned to live with the dull ache of missing you. I’ve learned how to carry one, but I

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Others will come to meet you

Others will come to meet you

He said, “I don’t want to die.” He said, “I don’t know how. I wish someone would give me a map.” I had no map to give — only words I had read: “I believe that others will come to meet you and show you the way.

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You needed to know how much you were loved

You needed to know how much you were loved

Rhonda-Lee How grateful I am for our friendship! I was blessed to share your last days and I believe we needed each other equally. You needed to know how much you were loved and I needed to show you! I love you

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I was too shallow to know you were afraid

I was too shallow to know you were afraid

… that I was not being there as much as I should have; not noticing that something was wrong, a long time ago, and you tried to tell me; for being too young to know that I could have engaged in your healing; too ignorant to know

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The door pushed open

The door pushed open

My dog, Poet, was deaf for the last year of her life. On the day she died, a stroke, unexpected, at the vet, I hurried to her side. I was terrified. The vet said, “call her name.” I shook my head. Then I called, “Poet! Poet! I

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Live more deeply

Live more deeply

Having seen the “tunnel of light” and brought back to life. I fear death no more. But also live more deeply, fully and mindfully.

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When my mind goes, I’m out of here

When my mind goes, I’m out of here

As my dad, given less than 6 months and had lived 5 years. He lay in bed his last 6 weeks. A time of words and opportunities. Heart said and felt. Love shared doing normal things. When he said “I am lucky but when my mind goes,

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If only you knew what I know dear reader

If only you knew what I know dear reader

I knew you were there. I knew you were holding my hand. I am so very proud of you. Your girls are so like you! Happy, curious, full of laughs. I would do it all again. I love you. These are the words I hear. If only

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I promise not to let that happen

I promise not to let that happen

Yesterday my first grandson was born to my father’s first grandson, a father who had but 7 months to know his first grandson before passing. My son, my first and his brothers never had a grandfather despite several relationships. I promise not to let that happen!

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