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Mrs. W., when I came to your house for Shabbos, I realized how much I didn’t know

Instead of going on a honeymoon, I began chemo

I went away for Yom Kippur, and prayed that it would be written in the Sefer Hamaves

Although I never met Zaida, I now feel his presence in my life

We’d always been best friends — until I learned one secret too many

 I struggle to hold back the tears. Tears for all the things she can never have again, do again