It’s five weeks since my mother died. Quickly, I hope, in her own bed with her dog by her side, her iPad slipping from her grasp. A week later, barely before I understood the new order of my life, one of my oldest friends died. He too was in his bed, surrounded by his family, but his death was not so quick. Lung disease, the s…
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