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Dying does not hurt the dead but I fear it is different for Mummy. Perhaps it affirms the belief that eternal bliss follows dying.
I scolded myself for not coming home months before she passed and for believing that she was on a path to recovery.
When Faith Evans voice came on the radio, three days after Mummy died, singing: ; I closed my eyes, tightened my jaw, and wept on the inside, instead of telling the taxi driver to change the channel.
In Mummy’s death, I lost the only person whose personality traits perfectly mirrored mine.
One day, watching television, a magician did a trick in which he used one of the brand’s phonesas an assistant.
Hearing the voice on the i Phone, she discovered it was her own.