STREAM OF TEARS
May 18, 2021
2 minutes
ordinary Monday morning, I found my thirty-year-old son dead on his bed, for no apparent reason. No illness, no explanations, no goodbyes—just dead. Although I was stunned and paralyzed with grief, I guided my beloved son by repeating, like a mantra, “May you have the best rebirth possible.” It was my last duty as his
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