There are only so many things that you can say when a person dies.My Facebook pages seems to have so many deaths shared, of parents, of siblings and sometimes even children.
I'm getting to the age where death and I have a much more comfortable relationship.
When each one of my parents died, it was with a great sense of relief. My dad had been completely miserable since his first major stroke, and my mom died of breast cancer.Both had lived pretty full lives and were in their early 80's.
And although I'm only 58, I've lived much much longer than the doctors had predicted I would with my miniature and weak lungs. I just try to be grateful for each day.
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