the fiction and poetry of sarah hina
Dad died on Christmas Day.
I held his hand in the nursing home room
and together, we listened to
the Carter Family play.
Then I told him to let go.
And he did.
It was the most precious thing.
Dad dying
on Christmas Day.
So sad, and yet, so beautiful. To be present at his passing ... a gift beyond measure.
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So sad, and yet, so beautiful. To be present at his passing ... a gift beyond measure.
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