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“We would also have to say goodbye to the joy of watching this next generation soak up the massive quantities of love their grandmother would have given them, and seeing them learn that there was someone in the world who loved them as much as their parents did: a grandmother who was delighted by all their quirks and who thought they were the most amazing creatures on earth. It was an idealized view of the future-but it was the one I carried in my head, and I don't think it was far off from the one my brother and sister and father and mother had. I was learning that when you're with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.”

Quote by Will Schwalbe

Book:The End of Your Life Book Club
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The End of Your Life Book Club

This novel delves into the profound effect that reading has on individuals facing terminal illness and their caregivers. Through the shared experience of reading, it examines themes of life, death, and the human connection. more

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Will Schwalbe
Will Schwalbe

Will Schwalbe is an American author known for his work 'Dear I Found You', which explores themes of family and the meaning of life. more

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