A simple request at a kitchen table changed how we think about endings. We share the story of a young woman who, facing a terminal diagnosis, asked to be buried with a fork in her right hand—and how that small, surprising symbol reframed grief, purpose, and the future. It’s five minutes of clarity that turns a familiar dinner phrase into a living hope: when the main course is cleared, dessert is coming.
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