I sat by my father’s hospital bed. The sun was setting, its reflection on the river poetic in its raw beauty. We sat quietly. He seemed so far away as he stared into space. I knew then he had lost the will to live. When I commented on the beauty of the sunset he said only, yes, in a childlike way. His eyes were vacant, spiritless.
Small Wins, Big Confidence: Celebrating Milestones in Writing Your Life Story
Listen to what this article is about: You know those moments when you sit back, take a breath, and realize just how far you've come? Well, in writing your life story, those moments are so important. Every little win, every milestone you reach, shows just how dedicated...
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