“What if he’s Turning into a Butterfly?”—Thoughts on Grief as I Witnessed my Father’s Passing.
When finally my father breathed his last breath, after seven days in hospice, I saw in my mind’s eye the reborn butterfly of his spirit-lifting
When finally my father breathed his last breath, after seven days in hospice, I saw in my mind’s eye the reborn butterfly of his spirit-lifting
For some, the idea of home is straightforward. But for Eric Démoré the definition has been a little more nebulous. What is home if not
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