A friend died last night. It was expected. So expected that I was worried last week that I would have a scheduling conflict with my aunt’s funeral.
For the last several weeks, I have shuttled between emergency rooms and hospice care and funeral homes and assisted living residences. I’ve sorted through the possessions of the dying and the still living. M…
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