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Years ago I made the decision that in death I would attend, our dogs, cats, horses...the last, lasting, touch would be mine. I never thought my Dear, my husband, his last touch...mine.

Thank you for honoring that space. I never knew what that space held until 10 days ago at the bedside of a dear, dear friend. I will never be the same. Life now seems more vital, my actions more thoughtful, my heart perhaps less fearful. Dare I say fearless? Or, finally, brave?

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