My mother just sent me a note. A friend and co-worker of hers died yesterday. The woman, who had been suffering from cancer for three years, had written her own obituary in preparation for death.
Life and the end of it comes with touching vulnerability and bittersweetness. An obituary written by the dying is a form of prayer for the living.
There is simply nothing else I can say.
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