I got this email from an early childhood friend named Lucy. She and I had lost touch and recently reconnected at our high school reunion. We've both changed so much over the years, but one thing is very clear. The older we grow the more we value and cherish our close relationships. This is Lucy's personal message to me. It's one we can all appreciate. The lesson, don't wait to say "I love you!"
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Here’s Something New To Feel Good About Today! “Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies – or else? The chain reaction of evil – hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars – must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of...
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The instant that my mom died, everything about my life and how I viewed it changed. My own mortality, an elusive phantom dancing in the shadows, now rested heavily upon my shoulders.
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I watched as she threw her head back so that it hung over the edge of the bed, hair dangling to the floor; long, thick and silky hair; not like mine – frizzy, wild and hard to manage. That summer night in 1957, Pam showed me how to brush my hair. She held the brush deliberately, pulling it through her hair...
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Her hands were larger than mine; her heart too, for that matter. She was twenty-two months younger than I, but her life was shorter. She was my sister, Pam. Her long, bony fingers were clubbed at the tips, with splayed, purple-tinged nails that suggested the lack of oxygen in her blood. Her palms were salty. She had “Sixty-five...
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It was with sadness and dread that I received a phone call from one of our hospital discharge planners telling me a patient, Joyce, had gone home and wanted me to call her. Joyce was a former coworker with me in another agency and was, ironically, their first hospice nurse.
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