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So beautifully eloquent and honest. And your understandable shortfall with K ultimately fueled you to be “more”, rather than to succumb to the emotional toll of life’s most devastating loss, that of your child. Bless you, and bless your son Cooper.

Your story elicits the haunting memory of my greatest shortfall, which I have never shared before and I’m not sure why I do now.

My younger brother (and best friend) was dying of cancer. I drove to see him every weekend. On what was to be his last weekend I arrived at the hospital and our family gathered in his room. I was told he was asking for me. I stayed while everyone began to leave. Alone with him now I crawled into bed with him. I don’t remember how long I stayed but ultimately I left. He died that night...

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Such a beautiful and searing image, you holding your brother in the bed. Such love.

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Love every word and image ❤️

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Thanks, darlin'!

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Yes to this.

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Thank you, Chris.

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However inadequate you felt, I bet you provided real comfort. ❤️

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Thank you, Deborah.

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This is so beautifully written, Beck! I can hear the crunch of the tires on a snowy night and, having been a hospice nurse, understand that feeling of honor to be of any help to families at such a sad time in their lives. Safe travels to your warm winter home! Cold and snowy here in Colorado. I love it!

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Thank you, dear one.

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Powerful, thank you.

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Thank you, Julie.

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