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Letter to a Grieving Son

How my mother’s death was met with relief, and not sadness or guilt.

Thinking and Writing by Anyka

Iknew once Cheyne-Stokes breathing set it, my mother’s time on Earth would be limited. Not how I envisioned her living her last minutes, surrounded by in-laws and me. Such a sad way to make an exit.

I grabbed her hand while she fought to breathe, feeling how hard she flexed her…

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Le Voir N. Lewis

Le Voir N. Lewis

Writer of supernatural fiction, pop culture, food and beverage topics, spirituality | former restaurant manager & bartender | current Resource Planner in NOLA

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