Category: Death
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Body bag blues
An uplifting poem for Father’s Day Got the body bag blues Reckon I paid my dues Father, brother, mother, son, wife All dead and gone, deprived of life. Just me now so screw it Gun to the head — Do it!
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The afterlife: Riding the wave
His heart suddenly goes into overdrive. It’s his son’s voice on the phone. His son who died eighteen months earlier at the age of twenty-three.
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Damn this life
One of the best Christmas dinners I ever had was sharing a turkey sandwich with my wife at her hospital bed in the Intensive Care Unit. She was alive! We raised our glasses of cranberry juice in a toast to a new year of hope and healing. But fate had a different plan. In the…
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And then the caregiver dies
Harry’s wife was gravely ill. Harry put his work aside and devoted all his time and energy to helping her get better. She was in and out of New York City hospitals for two years. One operation after another. Twice she nearly died. When she was finally released from hospital and allowed to come home,…
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Indestructible atoms
He misses his wife—and always, every day, he misses his son. His son would be forty-eight now. Hard to believe. Twenty-five years of life he didn’t have.
Mary Saves the Day 