I may be losing my mind. Or it may hormonal (I’ve been going through “the change” for about three years now). It could also just be a normal part of aging about which I didn’t receive adequate warning. I’m talking about “time.” Time changes as you age. It moves faster. This is not a secret. [...]
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Dora Stein could be described in many ways — a devoted wife to Jack for almost sixty years. A mother of three. A proud grandmother. A “career woman.” A teacher. A volunteer. But mostly, and all of her life, my mother was a fighter. It may sound silly to think of a tiny woman, who [...]
13:15, 24 March 2011 — My mother’s body continues to shrink and contract into itself. Her breathing is shallower than it was. I think she’s fighting less. The gurgling sound is still there, though less loud than before, there is simple less fluid left within her or maybe the sound which had seemed horrible at [...]
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