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One day we will face our own mortality, and need someone to listen to our stories

I am sitting in a hospital room in Birmingham, Alabama. My 87-year-old father lies in a bed, frail, thin, and weak. This once physically strong and imposing man is a shell of who he was, of who he will always be in my mind – a larger-than-life Ranger infantry officer. A man who served two Read more… One day we will face our own mortality, and need someone to listen to our stories originally appeared in KevinMD.com.

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