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>>My dad died while I was away on vacation. Seven years later an uncle died
>>in a woodcutting accident out in the woods hundreds of miles from home,
>>but his daughter was with him when he died. What she described seemed
>>like a horrifying experience, yet I envied her.>>

I can understand this feeling. Anyone who knows me, even virtually, knows
that I lost two brothers within two years of each other. Each death had a
profound impact on me and taught me so much about living, dying and grief.

I was able to be with my brother Marty when he died. For me, it is as
profound and life altering to help a life leave this existence as it is to
help one enter it.

Life is good.
~Mary

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Joseph Fuerst

> I was able to be with my brother Marty when he died. For me, it is as
> profound and life altering to help a life leave this existence as it is to
> help one enter it.
>
> Life is good.
> ~Mary
>
Me too, Mary. This was brought 'home' to me especially when I worked for
a hospice. Dusing that time I became pregnant and gave birth to 2nd dd,
Abby. They say (whoever 'they' are ;-) )
that the angels of birth and death are of the same ilk....angels of
transition. I had been reading and studying about angels much during that
period......and at Abby's birth, I had a deep sense that the room was quite
crowded with angels.
Susan