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When my Mom was in hospice, they strung balloons and a banner on her birthday. She passed two days later. I was cathartic, but I sung happy birthday to her. Sometimes the absurdity can be a comfort when you’re vulnerable.
When my Mom was in hospice, they strung balloons and a banner on her birthday. She passed two days later. I was cathartic, but I sung happy birthday to her. Sometimes the absurdity can be a comfort when you’re vulnerable.