Death is not the only word we say here
Eric Olsen
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I’m sitting in my mother’s room as I read this. My siblings and I are all dealing with the same guilt, impatience, and sorrow. Our mother stories are not the same — yours was ill for years and mine was not — but the end point is the same. Your photographs could be my mother. Thank you for writing about these moments so lucidly.

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