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Reluctance to Talk about Death

Joy is bedbound now; her kidneys are failing. Since Joy is very hard of hearing I leaned in close. Before I could get a “how are you?” out, her granddaughter literally ripped my name tag off of my shirt. Her hands were frantically waiving over her head as she shouted in a whisper, “I don’t want my grandmother to know that she is on hospice!”

By the way, Joy is 102.

Why do people fear death so much that they can’t talk about it?

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