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It is out of kindness

It is out of kindness

The difference between the French in Paris and people in LA California is that the latter are raised to be optimistic and friendly. In Paris people deem it necessary to be melancholy and celebrate suffering, so if they are rude to you it is out of kindness,

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I’ll see you sooner than I thought

I’ll see you sooner than I thought

I miss you mom. Hug dad, uncle Nick and Aunt Assienta. I have a little cancer- so I’ll see you sooner than I thought. Guess I should beware of wishes  

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I still live in the past

I still live in the past

Dad, I’ll never know the relationship we could have had over the last 10 years not speaking. I couldn’t look you in the eye and feel safe anymore after the pain you put me through. Without your apology, I still live in the past. I’ve moved away

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I was so happy

I was so happy

I was so happy when I met my cat Pompernickl for the first time. But my mom got sick cus of my cats fer so we gave her to my uncule he got sick and gave her to his frind and I never saw her agin. I

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I was not able to let go in the process of grieving

I was not able to let go in the process of grieving

Life shall be full of joy and great memory. I was so painful when I lost my father and brother. These must be the biggest impacts in my life to face sudden losing of two dear men figures. I was not able to let go in the

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I was away on vacation

I was away on vacation

Grandpa, I miss you. You died had a funeral and was buried all while I was away on vacation. You never met your first of three grandchildren that I was carrying when you died. It really sucked not being able to say goodbye to you. I love

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I thank my patients

I thank my patients

Some may say my job is “depressing”, caring for those at the end of life in their home. I say it is uplifting! I get so much positive energy, gratitude and appreciation for helping where I can. I no longer take anything for granted. I count my

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I remember going into a panicked shock

I remember going into a panicked shock

I was seven years old when I first experienced death. My cousins sat me down, because the adults were arguing and angry. Some of them were even crying. I asked my cousins what happened, they said our grandfather fell down the stairs back home and died bringing

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I only knew him as an old man

I only knew him as an old man

I learned my grandfather was a Nazi only after he died. I only knew him as an old man with big glasses who put sugar on his salad, but so many knew him as Hate.  

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I never went to visit her

I never went to visit her

My grandmother suffered a fall and was in intensive care for many months before ultimately passing away. I never went to visit her. I was too afraid of seeing her that way. It was one of my biggest regrets. I refuse to let a fear of death

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