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my daughter died, I was holding her hand.

I felt her slip away. I felt something in me shatter.

For five and a half years I watched bowel cancer steal pieces of her life, her body, her future.

She was only 40. Her children were only teenagers.

I remember the weight of Deborah’s hand in mine, growing lighter as her breathing slowed, each exhale a goodbye continue reading …