FINDING THE LIGHT WITHIN A DARK PAST Ellen Watters Sullivan SITTING WITH MY FATHER IN THE TINY HOSPITAL IN ABBEVILLE, LOUISIANA, I counted to the rhythm of the breathing machine. He would gasp and cough, but smiled most of the time. He seemed to feel better with the oxygen and painkillers, but was also ready to leave this life, content with what he had done and accomplished in it. We watched old movies and sang old songs and told stories. I would sit and watch him breathe with so much eff[...]
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