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I don’t know how to help him

I don’t know how to help him

I don’t feel like I have dealt with death a lot on a theoretical level I feel like we should be able to talk about death but in practice not so much. My dad specifically has lost and been in need of talking, I don’t know how

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I adored visiting you both

I adored visiting you both

I visited you both in Long Term Care because I wanted to …not because I had to. I adored visiting you both. When dad was gone then I visited just mum…suffering from Alzheimer’s but always her beautiful, calm self. Miss you both.  

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His children were not tolds

His children were not tolds

Is of my father, who died at the insanely young age of 39. I was 9, and couldn’t understand what happened. He had a heart attack, and was in the hospital dying, for days, but we, his children, were not told our father was about to die.

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Her final breaths

Her final breaths

I remember her gasping for air, a little voice in my head to check her blood O2, me rushing to notify the family in the middle of the night, the slowing of gasping, her final breaths as we all stood around her bed… Art Gallery of Burlington

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He stayed as long as he could for us

He stayed as long as he could for us

I will always remember my father’s death. It was a painful ending to a noble life. His life had its share of difficult times. His death was hard too at the end. But he stayed as long as he could for us. Love you.  

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Free Tibet

Free Tibet

If death means being reincarnated into a free and INDEPENDANT Tibet then why not welcome it. Free Tibet!

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Death is a nerd

Death is a nerd

Death is a nerd about lava and plays the harpsichord.  

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Day after quiet day

Day after quiet day

When Ollie died I realized how I had come to love her – quietly, gently, bit by bit- day after quiet day.  

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Connections made can be as strong

Connections made can be as strong

We hadn’t spoken for a long time before the last time, then I found out that you had passed away. You taught me that the connections made can be as strong as one of family. I’m now writing this with chosen family of my own. I miss

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But it’s too late

But it’s too late

My mom and dad always phoned me at inconvenient times. I was always so busy with my life. Now they’re gone I often think: “Oh I should tell them this”…or…”Now would be a perfect afternoon to call them.” But it’s too late. So many things I didn’t

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