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Her death, nine years ago now, hangs over every December like a bad mood I can’t quite shake.  I mourn and ruminate and question (and battle survivor’s guilt) but mostly try to remember her effervescence, her zest, her seemingly bottomless love.  How I wish she were here to share this beautiful, messy, joyous life with us all.

SMD

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