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My father lost my mother 12 years ago.
I was old enough to understand what death meant, but not old enough to understand what it could do to the person left behind.
The chart at the nurse’s station had three simple words written in red ink next to room 114: *No regular visitors.*Eighty-one-year-old Harold Jensen sat…
The 911 operator asked if I was alone. I lied and said “Yes,” because the honest answer hurt worse than my shattered hip. I…
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An unexpected wait in the heart of the family I never imagined that one day my body would…
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