Some friendships are builtover coffee,late-night phone calls,and inside jokes. Ours was builtinside hospital rooms,waiting rooms,cemeteries,and the unbearable silencethat follows hearing,“I’m sorry.” We learned each other’s griefbefore we learnedhow to survive it. Our first babiesarrived almost together.So did the losses. Your arms learnedthe impossible weightof saying goodbye to Thorgan. Mine learnedwhat it meantto hold MaKennafor only…

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