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I used to fantasize about my funeral

by Courtney Paré ND

By the time I was 15 years old I was fantasizing about my funeral regularly. The nice things people would say about me.  Hearing the positive ways I impacted their life during my “short time” here on Earth.  How I was so loved and had had so much going for me.  How greatly I will be missed.

As a young teenager, I remember when I would hear stories about someone passing away, people had nothing but nice things to say about them.

And I wanted that! I wanted to feel loved, accepted and worthy. I used … Read more...

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