death
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Waiting for death is a strange thing. When you know someone is going to pass; Death is coming; so you just know. But it hasn’t hit you … yet. You stay separated; almost disjointed from the shadowed life. Decisions are made to try and restore life. And we wait while dialysis is started and a…
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I remember Grandma DeKezel, her colostomy bag full and oozing. I remember smiling and chattering and easing her discomfort of being dependent upon my hands. I remember her talk of sex and the loathing she had when Grandpa would touch her – until she was 30. I remember the smile…
Great Joy 