My friend was holding a memorial gathering for her wife who had just passed away from cancer. I had only met her wife twice, but my impression had been of a woman with a lot of anger, a lot of creativity, and a lot of control.
The day of the memorial gathering, in a small building behind their house, about 20 people gathered to sing and share and remembe…
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