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    Darkness.  My moms eyes were still open, but all she saw was darkness.  I was not even with her the moment she died, but I had watched her life end slowly over the previous weeks and months.  The expression on her face was not peaceful like you see in the movies.  Her dried mouth was open in an expression of shock, her eyes were the same beautiful hazel they had always been, but now they looked milky and saw nothing.  Had her death been unexpected or sudden, I would have been crying, but her death was a relief.  She had suffered for weeks, and I had suffered with her, helpless.  Nothing left to do but keep on moving… More »

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As the airplane banked to the east, my small window framing the freshly encrusted Rockies faded to scenes of flat expanse and then night.  Several feet above me in the overhead compartment, a 60 lb. cacophony of gear slept peacefully in my cary-on pack after surviving scrutiny from dumbfounded security officials at Denver International Airport who had swooned at my explanation for all the alien metal and cord I was attempting to bring on board. More »