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Saturday I spent the night at the hospice, sleeping in a chair next to my wife Harriet's bed, listening to her breathe. She hadn't been really conscious since Wednesday night or Thursday morning, but I talked to her, read to her, and played the dulcimer for her during those days. I went to church Sunday morning, and when I returned I learned that she had passed on.
More details, thoughts, and heartache in my journal.
More details, thoughts, and heartache in my journal.