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“Generation after generation, my family’s old people sat at this window to watch the year. There are beds in this house where babies were born, where the same babies died eighty years later.”

Book:Essays After Eighty

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Essays After Eighty

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Donald Hall

Donald Hall is a renowned American poet, born on September 20, 1928. His poetry is known for its simplicity, depth, and emotional richness, which has won him a wide audience. more

“Downstairs, she thought, they are polishing the silver, and rummaging the cellar, and dusting the halls. She could hear them living all through the house. "It's all right," whispered Great-grandma, as the dream floated her. "Like everything else in this life, it's fitting." And the sea moved her back down the shore.”

Death Dying Acceptance Serenity

Author:Ray Bradbury

“I remember one of the last things Mother said to us, one of the very last things. In my mind, it has become the last thing, and maybe it was. She was lying on the cedar frame bed in the back bed-room in the early summer, with the bed moved over right against the window. The window was open to let the breeze and birdsong and sunlight in, the light rushing in through the lace curtains. She had lost a lot of weight and had had a hard time, but was never more beautiful in the way that there can be nothing more beautiful than dignity. "I've seen a lot," she said, and smiled, and it was not an act for us, it was not a thing said for our benefit. She was just saying it, and smiling. She was just brave, was all.”

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Book:The Sky, The Stars, The Wilderness: Three Lyrical Short Stories of Texas, Appalachia, and the Untamed American West

Source: The Sky, The Stars, The Wilderness: Three Lyrical Short Stories of Texas, Appalachia, and the Untamed American West

“Most people believe in an afterlife, because such a belief numbs the psychological torture they derive from the thoughts of their own mortality.”

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Author:Makuochukwu Okigbo

“I remember clearly in the hospital how I felt this strange closeness with God, how I did not feel like dry grass. I was becoming less and less, but I becoming less and less, but I was not reduced to nothing God's love was everywhere, sticking to everything. Love was in my husband's hand on my back, steadying me, a lightness under my feet, all over Zach's velvety wars. I flushed with embarrassment when I described this feeling to my friends, stumbling as I tried to explain its sudden appearance (Wasn't it there before?), that love itself was suddenly more real to me than my own thoughts. Despair was never far away, but somehow the seams of the universe had come undone, and all the splendid, ragged edges were showing. And they brought me close than I've e ed been to the truth of this experiment— living— and how the horror and the beauty of it feels almost blinding.”

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