Susan J.

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My son passed away Oct 20, 2014. I had been dying my hair for years to cover the gray. At this time, I decided that it was something I didn’t care about anymore, and was not doing it. I felt like part of me had also died, and didn’t care anymore about dying my hair, … Read more

Craig G.

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It was the evening of Friday 6th April 2001, the day had not been unusual from any other day, I had gone to work as usual. I am an office worker with the Insolvency Service a government organisation part of the greater civil service in the centre of Birmingham and had returned home from work. … Read more

Patricia

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It was Father’s Day 2011, approximately 2 years after my father had passed away. I had planned to celebrate Father’s Day in memory of my father and my late brother-in-law, with my sister and their son. Earlier that morning, I looked at the picture of my Father, and said aloud, ‘Happy Father’s Day dad, I … Read more

Veronika M.

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Early childhood: Ukraine To begin with I was born in 1984 in Kiev, Ukraine. I was raised by my mother who was a governmental worker and grandmother who was a teacher of Ukrainian and Russian language and literature. My father was an alcoholic. I remember him since I was 2 years old very unclear but … Read more

Jan M.

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I remember bits and pieces of the 10 days when I was in intensive care. My oxygen levels were in the 60% range and my kidneys were failing. My blood pressure was critical. I remember thinking that I did not want to die. I wanted to live for my family. There was a glowing figure … Read more

Cameron M.

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This happened during my medically-induced coma of about three weeks in length. I was in a great white room that was rectangular in shape. I couldn’t see any of the walls, floors or ceiling, but my mind just tried to make sense of it all. The room was long, almost tunnel like. Close to the … Read more

Udaya

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All I remember is slipping on the floor. After that, my memory is floating through a dark tunnel. I could still feel and hear my mother crying as if I was dead. Even though I knew it was my mother, who is crying, I didn’t have any feelings for her. I could feel that my … Read more