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| Reviewed by M. B. |
4/18/2005 |
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We die and then we live.
What a truly moving poem, Steve. I have no idea what it is like to watch another human being try to live, though I can imagine it is extremely painful.
You are a remarkable man to have the love and strength to be with your beloved father during his transition. Death is a part of life. But is never easy.
Hugs,
~ Mari |
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| Reviewed by Danielle Mundy |
4/16/2005 |
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| I watched my Grandfather die (strokes and heart failure). I know it's not the same as a parent, but it was still hard. You are both in my prayers. Stay strong, great write. |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
4/16/2005 |
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| I agree with Ed... you're doing a noble thing, by spending the end of life together and at home... God Bless, Dave |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Close Mills |
4/16/2005 |
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| I'm watching my Dad die too. Emphysema. I'd do just about anything to be able to take away his pain. Just because we all must die doesn't mean that loved ones find it any easier to deal with when the day comes. Bless you Steve. I feel what you are feeling. Truly. Michelle |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/16/2005 |
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| I know also that your dad does appreciate what you must herein see, for to die at home, with a loved one by your side, is to die with pride and honor and happiness and one less pain...it is not easy for you to share this, but you will profit from this in the end, both his and yours...I am with you in spirit..Ed (as is Rufuz) |
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