THE HEARTBREAKING FINAL MOMENTS OF A YOUNG MOTHER LOST TO A BRUTAL BATTLE

she was dying. Those are the memories I am trying to anchor myself to, though they are often eclipsed by the vivid, searing images of the hospital room. It is a strange, cruel requirement of surviving a child: you are forced to become a curator of their memory, tasked with keeping them alive in the minds of those who loved them most.

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