Feb 03, 2016 10:40
Yesterday afternoon, the memory of the last phone call I had with my aunt came up. I could hear her voice so vividly in my head. Very weak but distinctly hers. It was heart-wrenching. Consumed by cancer, she passed away a week after that call.
She clung to life so strongly and here I am taking mine for granted. I feel like such an ungrateful git.
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