The last death I dealt with I was torn up for weeks. This one brings a different feeling. Maybe it hasn't sunk in yet. Maybe I've gotten used to never talking to people again who are still alive......I don't know. I guess it's more of a bitter acceptance. We live we die. Or may as well be dead. Still, it's fukk cancer until the death of me.
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