A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
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A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
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Thanks a lot. It’s nice to cross words again.
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My next door neighbor died relatively young about three years ago. When she told me she had cancer, she was quick to add, “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell me jokes instead.”
Ooops! I meant to add. She seemed to me prepared.
That’s sad and sweet. And it’s tough to remember, but: death is really another part of life.