Life is a sacred gift. But, some seasons are more sacred than others.

Two years ago, my Mother lived on her own, in her own house, driving her own car. Two weeks ago, she entered hospice care. This is my fourth lap with the hospice-farewell process: my father, my father-in law, and my Uncle.

And I have decided that the best words to describe the experience of this season in life are sacred and awful.

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