the worst month of a year to plan a funeral ... The dead of wood and the new shoots not quite bursting forth, yet. The warm coats and snuggly accessories. The layers of snow that particular year. It was easy to capture me as well. The snuggle on a cold ground.
As it was, those things that some scoff at happened. Where no one there in flesh. They were in other ways ... and what my late Dad experienced in a coma even made, him who was an atheist, completely change a mind on these beliefs ...
My father in law and Dad both had the most serene death, though not before the absolute agony beyond belief in the dealings of that cancer. This like so many of us that are by them, in those times witnessed. The spirit of impact of such an illness shared on the oncology ward. The mortality rate high and many covered patients that go out the ward with grace and dignity by the staff ... all the time Dad was in that coma ...
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