“The Sunday after Mom got her diagnosis, this was [the hymn] we sang in church. There’s a line in there about not fearing death. To me it felt so ridiculous. I, for one, was terrified to lose her. So I started to cry, and my voice must have wavered or something because Mom grabbed my hand hard behind the pew. I’d like to say the gesture made it easier, but instead after that we were both crying.”

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