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[crackedemulsion]

Thirteen years ago today I lost my best friend, my source of support as a diabetic and as a soon to be teenage girl, my mother. For a long time it was never grief I lived with, but guilt. Why wasn't I there? Why didn't I go see her more in the hospital? The simple answer? There are several. It was a routine surgery. It was summer vacation.

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