| At every stage of life we sustain losses and grow in the process. We begin our independent lives only when we emerge from the womb and lose its protective shelter.We confront the death of our parents and our spouses. We face the gradual or not so gradual waning of our strength.And ultimately, as the parable of the open and closed hand suggests,we must confront the inevitability of our own demise, losing ourselves as it were all that we were or dreamed to be.爸爸，这就是我最终理想的结局。阳光灿烂，傍晚却晴转多云。
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