Journaling was Recommended

Unfolding life, one post at a time.

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  • At Your Bedside

    I’m sitting at your bedside, watching you breathe what may be your final breaths. You lie there looking so frail, your body reduced to a skeletal frame. It is a terribly sad sight. You sleep now. Your eyes haven’t opened for more than a week. Dad is out for a little respite, taking a drive… Continue reading

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  • Cardiotoxic

    “Are you ready for me to give you your shot?” Kyle, my infusion nurse for the week, stood in the doorway of the cramped infusion room where I sat reclined, staring somewhere between the ceiling tiles and my own uncertain future. “Let’s do it,” I said, pushing my reclined chair upright. “I think this one… Continue reading

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  • Grandma

    Closure came today as we said our final goodbye and laid our beloved Queen to rest. The procession of vehicles, moving in a single line to the cemetery, left me in awe. It dawned on me that we were all here—descendants, relatives, grandchildren, cousins—because of her. She brought us together, even in death. Grandma’s journey… Continue reading

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