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We are what we are in the world, when it allows.
There are not always wise or meaningful words spoken at the end of a life. Nor does courage always find a reward, except in the memory of others, perhaps, and that is a tenuous thing.
He mourned his youngest daughter the rest of his days, felt her absence, lived her loss.
She did not live her life to be a memory for me, or anyone, but she is. Some people mark you as they go by.
