I remember I found it so hard to admit openly that Marie was dying, and ultimately I came to realize that I didn't talk about it enough with her. It was as if I brought it into focus then all hope would have been lost. Silly really, because I know hope doesn't get up and simply walk away like that, but I just couldn't listen then to what I knew in my heart.
While I function well, even happily so these days, I miss (in this big quiet), our abundance of hearing, seeing, touching and talking.
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Someone I know is going through this now and I'm sure her family is as bewildered and overwhelmed as I was in this immense place.