I'll never forget sitting at my uncle's side after the nursing home had called me and said they thought he may be dying. The message wasn't a shock. He'd had several massive strokes, the last of which put him in a local nursing home. My mom and I visited every day. My dad had survived brain surgery and was in the same home as my uncle, so Mom and I did "double duty." I called Mom and told her I'd be right over to help her get ready and we'd go sit with my uncle (her brother-in-law). This was my first attended death.
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