by on Mar.16, 2013, under Syndicated from the Web

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The sound came from my mother’s mouth, as she lay dying.  A terrible lonely sound.  A foreign sound, like a deep low clicking and gurgling.  They told me it was the death rattle. And that I could expect her death within the next twelve hours. 
And they were right.

That was the first time I had ever heard such an ugly sound.

The second time was five nights after her funeral, as I sat alone in her small empty house.

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