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I write this sitting in my living room in front of my wood-stove on a day with a windchill so low it threatens to break records. If I glance up I can see my dog curled against the drafty front door- one side exposed to the warm room, the other to the outside chill. In a few moment he will turn, changing one side for its opposite on the other.
It’s a remarkable illustration of the change that defined that last three weeks of 2017 for me, which were spent both in joyous anticipation (and later celebration) of my second greatnephew’s arrival and in intense crisis management with a family whose loved one had suddenly and dramatically turned towards what would become active dying.
I often tell people that I don’t believe that life and death are two sides of the same coin. Rather, together, they are the…
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