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d.j.b., i wish i knew the words to make it all better, i wish i had all the answers to share with you, but we’re all walking around in the dark. just know that i’m there walking with you. always, h.d.b.
read this book
imagine this: several days before christmas, your only daughter falls ill and lies, unresponsive, in a coma. you and your husband leave the hospital and sit down to dinner at home. as you finish mixing the salad, you look over to your husband who is suddenly slumped motionless on the table. he has suffered a [...]
twenty eight
my first real experience with death was the death of my grandmother, gram. i was eight and my little sister was two. i was deeply saddened by her death, but what i remember most was being mad. i was mad at god for taking her away. i was especially mad because i knew my sister [...]
phone call
august 9, 1994 is a day that i will always remember. my parents and sister were vacationing on the eastern shore and i, in my newly discovered post-high-school independence, remained at home to work at the local veterinary hospital. that afternoon, the front desk informed me that i had a personal call. i picked up [...]
the lobby bar
stepping off the elevator, i knew immediately that something was wrong. i think it was the sound, a combination of forced silence and panic, a controlled chaos. instinctively, i walked toward the chaos, toward the lobby bar. i saw her, a middle-aged woman with dark hair lying lifeless on the floor. it took me a [...]
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