~ Rarely a week goes by that I don’t think about death. That might seem like an odd thing to be running around in my mind, but because I interact with so many clients each week, and because so many different people might end up sitting down at my coffee table, it is rare that a week goes by that someone doesn’t tell me about a death in their family or circle of friends.
Some of the people I looked up to the most in life are dead. Two uncles in particular went out of their way to spend time with me when I was a young boy, and they forever left a positive imprint on my life.
Western Culture tends to dismiss the subject of death. We hide it away in the white sterile rooms of hospitals. We use hushed language and change the words we use to talk…
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