The End of a Life Journey: Part Two

Reader Contribution by Kimanna Cellura-Shields
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Father’s Last Breath

My phone rang. It was the nurse and she informed us that my father peacefully passed away 15 minutes earlier. It was my daughter’s birthday and we were delivering a bed into her apartment. The nursing home was 15 minutes away and it was to be our next stop. We just happened to be driving the truck so we could deliver the bed and, in trade, we picked up a nice cot which would soon come in handy. We stopped off at a store and I picked up a colorful cotton quilt and a dozen red roses.

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