Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. Its like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes. – Meghan ORourke
My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I dont know the exact time of her death, because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing. – Meghan ORourke
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