Thoughts
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🐾 Holding Vigil: Hospice, My Dog, and the Truth About Losing a Mother
When my mother was dying, I thought I had prepared myself.I had been through loss before; my grandmother, my brother, my father, countless friends.But nothing prepares you for your mother. Nothing prepares you for that particular goodbye. My mom died of pulmonary hypertension.It’s not a flashy disease. It’s slow. It robs the breath, day by…