…she whispered to him secrets…of the universe and time, of love and eternity. She communed with him and blessed her youngest child. And she cradled him as he parted as she had when he arrived, with gentleness and songs.
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The metaphor is powerful: It will be hard to look at a barn without thinking about a mother holding her dying son, refusing today’s technology but embracing the ever-present instinct to love, in the moment of birth and the moment of death.
Jean was privileged that way: to give birth and bid farewell so physically.
Rud Turnbull
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