I was late to my father’s death. I could have gone to the hospital directly from the airport, but it was late–10:00 pm–and I hoped to get a good sleep for the long week of caretaking and hospital visits ahead. The last time I saw him was at our family home. We spent a week together. I knew my mom was relieved to have the support because she left frequently. For the first time, she took advantage of the break, …
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