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Dealing with death is different with each death that occurs. There were two this week, both I never met the person. One was a teacher's father, I felt his pain and let him talk. The second one was a young man, with MD. My daughter was one of his caretakers. She cared about him greatly; he was completely unable to do anything for himself. But he took the time to teach my daughter many things, give her advice. When he slipped into a coma, she went to the hospital for 12 hours, talked to him, touched him, read to him. He passed the next day. My daughter just turned 21 and is handling it quite well, but I am the one who has taken it hard. Because he had changed her life forever, with what he taught her. She has cried off and on, but said she is okay, because of those 12 hours she spent with him.
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