“Well, look who finally showed up.” Bob playfully ribbed me, to a chorus of chuckles. I smiled and extended a round of “Good morning,” which was followed by a round of hugs. When I got to Marilyn, I held her for a few more additional seconds than perhaps she was prepared for. And I started to cry. I missed her. And Bob, too. It hit me how dramatically our relationship had changed on February 5. Instead of clinging to me, as I’d feared might happen, they had done the opposite; they had pulled away. After either talking to or seeing them every single day during the eleven months Kit was sick, I
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