Morning mourning
So disconcertingly at breakfast we sat through a presentation about hospice and the high calling of dealing with the dead, dying and mourning. I don't agree with dead. Or the joyful transition. Why that was there today my Mom will call a sign, it just dug in to me. After the hospice nurse said my dad was dying she left the house and forgot something. When I took it to her out in her car, she was sitting there crying with the car running.
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