don’t mean it in a selfish way, I know it sounds like it but I miss her smile. I miss the light that used to shine as she entered a room. I miss her laugh, her vibrant and crazy self. All I see now is sadness, anger but mostly exhaustion. Yet in the same glance, I see strength, hope and the ability to help others struggling just like her. The ability to share her story in detail even though it brings up memories I am sure she doesn’t want to relive.

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