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Heather's Daughter

I remember my son crying as Heather's daughter lay dying. He just cried and cried. It's still a good memory somehow.

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 11/3/2021 2:50:00 PM

Oh wow, the things we endure that give a different meaning to our lives. Well worded.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/17/2021 5:27:00 AM

Wow! The power of emotion. I will never forget the day my mom died and the tears my dad shed like a steady rainfall.

Heidi Sands

Date: 10/15/2021 3:27:00 PM

The tears he cried were very cleansing . So important in grief and healing. Well written Richard :)

Panagiota Romios

Date: 10/14/2021 4:00:00 AM

Well written. Death is quite real. Glad you shared this. Pangie

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/11/2021 3:20:00 PM

so interesting how it's also a good memory. If the death is necessary to end much grief and pain, I agree with you!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/10/2021 12:18:00 PM

Death is part of life which is why we celebrated my husband’s and son’s transition. They would have wanted us to. We are happy they are no longer suffering and have gone home. My children and grandchildren don’t fear death, they understand it as a part of life. We will get to rejoin them one day. Blessings xxoo