Even the most anticipated ending can leave us lost, confused. Imagine an ending that comes without warning or preparation, one that is shocking, sudden and unexpected. When my husband and I left the hospital that night -- the same hospital where Evan and his twin sister had been born -- I said, "I am so done with this place," as if by putting my own words of finality on the subject, I might also bring the matter to a close. We want, in an ending, a sense of justice and purpose, a feeling of finality that is comprehensible. In truth, no ending is every complete, no goodbye sufficient. I was not done with my son and yet he died. Did that mean he was done with me?
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