death; life
The kindly feinberg allowed me to use his auto to drive back to the old hudsonstead, and from there to the hospice, but i was an hour late; my grandmother had already died. My father, her son, was there when she turned from his mother into a body; we are all glad that she was not alone. She had been non-communicative for a long period, but whether
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