This is a really beautiful story, man. And well written. It's been two and a half years since my dad died. Mom was with him and I was there within the half hour. Mom and I spent an hour or two with him in the hospice room as his body cooled down and I imagine his spirit began it's journey (in mystery). Was reading recently that it is when we live with death that we truly live.
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Thank you for sharing your personal story with me.
I'm compelled to agree. I also think it is true.
Thank you for stopping by.
A pleasure. Looking forward to more.