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Tag Archives: dying
Being Present
Although it seems there’s much to attend to, while being present for the one who is leaving, there’s not a thing to attend to that matters as much as being present to the one who is leaving. ~ cj 2014.03.26 … Continue reading →
How Is My Dad?
How’s my Dad? You wonder. I wonder, too. The truth is, I won’t know until later, until the time comes when all I can do to see this is look back in time from my future to now. How am … Continue reading →
