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I will never forget

I will never forget

Everything and I will never forget. I miss you. And I will love you always. R.I.P. Mom

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Being foolish in our family pool

Being foolish in our family pool

My Belgium grandfather being foolish in our family pool, pretending to be a shark and scaring my sister and I.

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We thought he would get better

We thought he would get better

My mom getting a phone call one evening. Two days later, she is on the plane to China. We thought he would get better, but another two days later my grandpa had passed away.

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I only wish I had taken the opportunity

I only wish I had taken the opportunity

The nurses in palliative care who paid no mind to official visiting hours as my mom slipped away. I only wish I had taken more advantage of the opportunity.

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I got a phone call

I got a phone call

I still remember over 18 years ago when I got a phone call announcing your death. Dear mother I still miss my dearest friend and the best mentor possible. Love you always.

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She had the most infectious laugh

She had the most infectious laugh

My best friend from childhood, Adrienne. She had the most infectious laugh. Gone too soon, but her laugh lives on in my memory whenever I get carried away laughing at something she would also find funny. I miss you.

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I think about unspoken words

I think about unspoken words

Dad, I miss you… There are so many conversations we should have had. I think about the unspoken words and hope that in some way we shared them. Know that I carry a bit of you with me every day. Love you Dad.

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You’ve left me with a wealth of knowledge

You’ve left me with a wealth of knowledge

Thank you mom for making me the woman I am today. Your passing was sudden but you’ve left me with a wealth of knowledge of life. I promise to carry on your sense of family and class. You were one of a kind and handled a lot.

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We talk about them as if they were alive

We talk about them as if they were alive

In Jewish Culture when a person passes away we say they live in their descendants. My Bubbie & Zadie past away very close together when I was 9. I’m 22 now. We often forget to light their yahrzeit candles. It has been so long since I visited

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A small fragment of my life

A small fragment of my life

Absence – of emotion. Distance had led to my grandparents being only a small fragment of my life. It seemed unjust.

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