My husband and my sister laughed while my daughter Holly was dying in a hospital bed. Then he smirked and said, “Holly had a good run. We need that money for my son with your sister.”

at the hospital gift shop, delivering coloring books to children on the oncology floor. She never gave speeches about bravery. She hated when people called her inspiring. She said inspiration sounded like something adults used to make suffering useful.

“I just got sick,” she told me once. “Then I got better. That’s enough.”

It was.

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