SHE WAS DYING TO KNOW MY THOUGHTS ON DYING

My step-granddaughter, Emily, could be a comedian. She said to me once “Pattie, I am dying to ask you about your thoughts on dying.” I swear those were her exact words. After laughing about her comical comment for six or seven years, here at last is my response to her, now the thirty-five year old daughter of my favorite, and only, son-in-law, John Hancock. 

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