Thinking today about DYING AT GRACE, a Canadian doc that follows five people in hospice. It's a beautiful meditation on how, if we're not taken out suddenly, we all pretty much die the same way, despite our diverse life paths.
But what always strikes me is the therapy sessions in it: how people facing the end of their lives still wrestle with old, old wounds.
IOW, we'll worry our story of self over and over 'til the body winds down... unless we can lay down the burden sooner.
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(And for those of you just trying to enjoy your Saturdays, I'll answer the heaviness of this post the only way it deserves:
"Sir, this is a Wendy's." 🙃)