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‘I’m going to see my friend, Harold.’ A stranger. I look back, and I see our garbage man on his knees next to my father.’: Garbage man comforts old man with Alzheimer’s

“My father saw me crying the night before. I’m typically a very upbeat person but I was having a ‘feel sorry for myself’ moment. As I sat on the porch, I heard the garbage truck in the distance, and my father walking down the driveway. ‘I would like a moment with Harold so we can pray for you.’ Our garbage man, a stranger, was on his knees praying with my father for me as I was ugly crying. This disease can never stop my father’s love.”

‘We got the horrifying call in the middle of the night: ‘She’s bleeding from her mouth and we don’t know where it’s coming from and can’t stop it.’: Mom shares grief journey after losing twin to rare heart defect, DiGeorge Syndrome

“She’d been taken in for emergency surgery. The bleeding seemed to have slowed, but they still hadn’t found the source. ‘She’s losing too much blood and I don’t think she’s going to make it.’ But she wasn’t gone…there was still hope. The next time the doctor came in, all hope was lost.”

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