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It takes (only) a village

A young boy who had terminal brain cancer died knowing what some people never know or experience: he is loved.

Devin Kohlman knew what he wanted in his last weeks of life: to be home with his family, in his community to celebrate his favorite holiday, Christmas.

Flown from Cincinnati where he was being cared for to his hometown of Port Clinton, Ohio, Devin was welcomed by friends and community members, some he may not have known. He spent his last weeks with visitors, receiving cards and gifts, some from across the world. People brought Christmas to him;  spontaneous Christmas celebrated with love, never mind the calendar.

We easily define ourselves through work, accomplishments, while we scurry frantically through life. But in the end, it seems our precious time with loved ones is the greatest gift we have. A gift easily overlooked – until it is too late. Merry Christmas, Devin.

(S-R archive photo: The St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, Italy, 2011)


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Writer Catherine Johnston of Olympia, Wash., addresses issues facing aging baby boomers and seniors as well as issues of serious illness, death and dying, grief and loss.

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