For four decades death was a stranger to me. I empathised, I offered my shoulder but I did not really know death. Then, this year, death came. An uncle, an aunt, another aunt, a friend. Death came, they left. The clink of tea cups and teary smiles. Cold and waxy sunken cheeks. “No more pain …
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