What happens to the world afterwards?
Eric Olsen
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Thank you for this real and honest portrayal, which really resonates. More than 13 years after my mother passed away, thoughts of her final months in hospice still surface.

Your last line reminds me of Maya Angelou’s poem When Great Trees Fall:

https://peonymoon.wordpress.com/2009/01/04/maya-angelouswhen-great-trees-fall/

Wishing you peace and comfort.

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