My mother died on August 17, 2016. Like all deaths, hers was paradoxically unexpected. I didn’t want her to die. I knew she couldn’t live forever. I had been thinking/fearing/anticipating/regretting/hoping for her death for months. I didn’t want to be there. I had never been with someone while they were actively dying. What would it be like? … Continue reading dying with my mom
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