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In honor of my mother

by Peggy Vaughan

My Mother is dying, and there's nothing I can do about it. But I cannot rest. Night and day, as I sit by her bedside, I contemplate all the things that I CAN do. I desperately want to follow through on every one of Mother's instructions about what she wants done when she dies. Not just because that's what a daughter should do, but because of a real desire to honor her...

Ten Years Later

by Deb Sims , MS,RNCS,LCSW

My father died when I was five years old. I haven't thought about him for a really long time. Now, I'm turning 15, I think about him every day and it hurts. Why am I feeling like this now and not when I was younger?