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This is precisely what happened when my mom died in 1992. She was on her way out, and I had to make a 4-hour drive to see her if I wanted to see her before she died. I made it, and the whole family surrounded her. Still she hung on. Then, when everyone left to get something to eat, and it was just her and my dad, she let go.

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John Egelkrout
John Egelkrout

Written by John Egelkrout

I am a sanity-curious former teacher who writes about politics, social issues, memoirs, and a variety of other topics. You can also follow me on Substack.

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