Once upon a time I had tea with a lovely, gentle woman who was at the end of her life. She spoke of her family and her home with great love and fondness.
Remembering all the joy and very little of the pain as she prepared herself for the next journey. As I listened to her I thought of my own mother who had done the same, many years before.
Now as I sit here, I smile to think of those tender moments when we shared tea for two.
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