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Good for you, Dana. I lost my father the same way. We were talking then his eyes rolled back and he was gone. I tried to revive him but it was no use.
After a while, a good while, I accepted it. And came to think of my presence at the time of his calling as a blessing and not a failure.
Its a privilege to be the last person someone speaks with before they move on. But it doesn't always feel like one. Carry the moment with pride and humility. Its a moment few are chosen to experience.
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