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Not quite senile and yet unable to completely understand his circumstances, he grew paranoid and delusional. ...
We’ve created a culture of therapy about everything in America and death is no exception. We’ve been taught to equate lots of things with death. We’re told that a divorce is like a death, that a child leaving home is like a death, or that losing one’s job is like a death. And we’re told that there are stages to getting over any kind of death: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. ... Now, not only had he lost his father, but was late for an appointment with the next stage of grieving.
The truth is nothing is like death, neither for the dying nor for those left behind. ... Prior to her death, the two of them had been alternately hospitalized off and on for almost 6 months. ... But I could in death finally give my dad the forgiveness I probably should have been able to give him in life. ... We cling to things like this because it gives us a sense of control to know how things will go when death occurs. But sometimes, the play includes an act or two that aren’t on your program. ... And when the tears began to be real, I knew that’s how I wanted to grieve for my aunt who loved to laugh, not just with tears, but with laughter also. ... Not gone, just more easily overlooked.
Approximate Word count = 1599
Approximate Pages = 6.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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