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With You

Under the sleepy willow was where I found her. The moonlight beamed through the jagged tree branches as light appeared fragmented on the cold wet grass below.

I stepped onto the tombstone and my bare feet felt at home on the damp stone surface. I looked up; there she was.

“1980-1999 Never forgotten”

I hadn’t forgotten. How could I? Death has a way of surprising us all. For 19 years, I had watched her. And in her final hours I was there, holding her close. She left me that day.

I am always with you, sometimes closer than you would like to know. I have been there since the start, and will be there at the end. And when your time comes, don’t be afraid. I’ll be as gentle as I can.

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