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Outrunning Family History
It turns out, I can’t outrun family history. Fifty years ago today, June 7, 1974, my father dropped dead of a heart attack at the age of 42. I was seven years old; my sister had graduated high school the night before; and my brother had just completed eighth grade. On that day, we were…
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Christmas Mourning

As I sit here gazing at the Christmas lights and Santas and listen to the trickle of rain outside, I both look forward to the coming chaotic days with our children and remember Christmases past with those who are no longer here. For many of us, especially those of us who have experienced a bit…
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A Little About Hospice Care
I certainly am no expert when it comes to Hospice, but I’ve learned quite a bit in the past couple of years. My mother-in-law had Hospice in her home during her final weeks, and my mother had Hospice in my home during her last three weeks of life. What I can tell you is Hospice…