hospice
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Picture Window
Two years ago on January 28, around this same time of the day, I was sitting on the bed in Room 39. It was the assisted living facility where Dad had been receiving weekly hospice services since his stage four… Continue reading
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Nine Days of Introspection
It’s 9:30am. Sitting here at the desk, hoping to garner a few minutes of focus and do some writing. It’s a challenge, though – on my second cup of coffee, listening to Ian Astbury belt out “She Sells Sanctuary“, and… Continue reading
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What a Difference a Year Makes
A year ago, I reached out to Hospice of the Piedmont, one of our local organizations, to offer some of Dad’s original artwork for whatever purpose they felt it would best suit. (If you haven’t read some of my previous… Continue reading
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Okay to Go
The other morning, I was preparing to head to the local park for some exercise. Approaching my car, I noticed movement under the front passenger tire. It was a tiny little sparrow, standing still, looking in my direction. Obviously, something… Continue reading
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