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Her body lifted up

Her body lifted up

I remember “Helen” who was on our unit for a few weeks and always had family members at her bedside except the time of her death. I had this inner voice telling to go in her room she was taking her last few breaths. I sat with

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I talk to your dad almost daily

I talk to your dad almost daily

Carter — my nephew who died this spring in Northern Saskatchawan. Seventeen years old. (There just are not the resources there to support grieving families) Carter — I talk to your Dad almost daily. He misses you so much. His pain is palpable. I promise you I will

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I wish I could have said thank you then

I wish I could have said thank you then

I’ve not been doing this long enough to have a practice but Mr. H stuck with me. He was my age and he seemed well. He was sick but he had no reason to die, at least not for years. Then he did. 29 years old, excited

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I told her how much I loved her

I told her how much I loved her

30 years ago my aunt Jessie passed away after suffering a terrible fall. I was able to sit with her during the last hour of her life. We were alone. I told her how much I loved her and thanked her for all of her teachings and

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It made me face death early

It made me face death early

Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam

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For all the things I could have done that I did not do

For all the things I could have done that I did not do

Hey Mom, Thank you for the experience I had with you at the end of your life. For all the things I could have done, that I did not do, to help the end of your journey I am sorry. I hope I can have an impact

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Your suffering lived on in my body

Your suffering lived on in my body

I use to carry you all in my aching back, my tense shoulder, clenched jaw and…with heaviness I walked – or stood frozen. Your suffering living on in my body. Now I see that you are not your suffering. That your love and wisdom infuses my life

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