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  • "it is close, if you would like to be with her."

    It was an analog event. More like slowly turning down the volume than flipping a switch off. A soft landing to a two year spiral down.

    She was way too young even then. Now that my years have surpassed hers, it seems all the more unjust.

    In the end it wasn't the cancer. She held out to see my first son born; my sister graduate med school and marry shortly after. She was tired and suffered not so much pain but the burden she was placing on others.

    I don't know what magical powers it takes to summon a thrombosis via sheer will.

    Almost three decades later the irony is still fresh. My mother chose July 4th to declare independence. And gift it to those she loved most.
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