Her Final Days

One woman’s last battle

Bee

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On January 10, the morning of the appointment had arrived. She went out to our front porch to await her friend’s arrival. I told her I loved her and I’d see her when she returned in a few hours.

We didn’t know it then, but that was…

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Bee

I write about life, death, and anything I need to get off my chest.