Well, it's official. Victor is gone. It was the hardest goodbye I've ever had to say. Is it because I'm terrified we aren't going to make it? I don't know... I do know it's all of the small things I'm going to miss, like toothpaste on the cap, tripping over his slippers, brushing toes in the middle of the night, holding hands in the car, his face
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