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I've held the hand of a dying loved one, felt the heat of life leave their body replaced with the coldness of death, you don't know how to react, your paralyzed, for you have meet the unforgiving truth of life, it ends without warning, care, or remorse it is taken from us, for all the money, medicine, or faith we have its always the same, a warm touch full of life and joy, replaced by the cold chill of death and the purest form of sorrow.