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Wait until you get to your 60s. I'm going to a memorial for one of my best friends of almost 50 years tomorrow, and on the way I'm stopping to say goodbye to my best man at my wedding, who just went into hospice. The price you pay for a long life.
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I’m sorry to hear that
Does the heaviness linger in your heart or are there moments of reprieve that help you feel bliss and pleasure?
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This morning I am texting with my friend in hospice. It's the same as always. He hasn't lost his sense of humor. That makes me feel good.
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Hopefully you guys will have the nicest chat - reminisce about old memories, have him share about any regrets or last wishes, joke around, cry a little. Strength and courage to you
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Thanks. We never took anything too seriously, and he still isn't. I feel like it's worse for his family and friends.
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This reminds me of something my grandad was saying (he's almost 90). He and my step grandma have always gone dancing on a sunday, there's some pensioner dance place they go to, anyway, they've been doing that for literally as long as I can remember. grandad was saying that these days there's not enough people becuase, basically, they keep dying so there's not enough dance partners!
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