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Like a well-filled guest at the feast of life

Since my mother’s death when I was 13 years old, I had been preparing in all ways, through all my education and work, to be ready, willing, and able for the time when I could take care of my father through his death.  I knew intuitively that it was part of my healing, and that it was my work of this lifetime, and what I was meant to do.  There was no greater service than to be his companion, his midwife, his comforter at the end of his life, and I knew that it was also the most awesome and sacred work to be done.

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