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Everyone has a story. About losing someone close. About what it was like to have the conversation. About not talking about wishes until it was too late.

Explore these stories that others have shared, and if you’d like, tell us your own story. Hearing about other people’s experiences can be a good way to get your own conversation started.

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The many stories of my mother’s death

By Paul
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This is the story I prefer, the better story. My mother had a good death. My mother took her last breath shortly after her PCP, with tears in his eyes, removed the breathing machine that...

I had the conversation with my parent .

When I Stop Living

By arlene
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My older son, his wife and I had the conversation. I am an active, involved, and “starter of projects” in my community. When the time comes that my health prohibits me from continuing to enjoy...

I had the conversation with my family members .

Advanced Directives

By Pat
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My mother was a nurse and had been a widow for many years. She had definite ideas about what she wanted and didn’t want. She completed her advanced directives when she was about 70 and...

I had the conversation with my parent .

The other end

By Theresa
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I am a Registered Nurse in an intensive care unit. In the three and a half years I have worked in this ICU, I have seen countless individuals pass away and have had really difficult...

I had the conversation with my parent .

Father’s Day Story

By Frank
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Click below to hear the audio of Frank Lilley’s conversation with his stepfather, David Plant, about approaching the end of his life. It was recorded as part of StoryCorps’ Legacy Initiative – an effort to...

I had the conversation with my parent .

Growing Up Around My Father

By Madge
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My father once told me he was the most interesting person he’d ever met. A startling admission I suppose, except for evidence that he’d probably always felt this way. He loved to talk—about himself. Growing...