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The Rabbi came. Rabbi Cahanah. He took over for Rabbi Rose. Until meeting him, I didn’t really like him. Isn’t it funny how we humans work? Conjuring up all sorts of feelings based on nothing more than empty assumptions. It’s kinda sad. But it’s also normal. Change can be a hard thing to accept…

We’ve hit that point. This is it. We’re in the final act. Tying up loose ends. Saying what needs to be said.

Hospice is involved now. But I am trying to keep their help to a bear minimum. At least for right now. Mom isn’t ready for them. And neither are we.

What do you want? This is the question we keep putting to my mom. Poor thing. This just isn’t fair.

Look: I know when your healthy you don’t want to talk about your death. What’s to be done with the body. But, for god’s sake, for everyone’s sake, decide what you want and just put it out there for your family to know, so when the time does come, there will be no distress on top of the agony that’s already there.