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Dear Ave, It’s 20 to 1am on a September evening. It’s been a rainy September so far. How are you? I want to ask but I know it’s silly of me to ask this. But I have this feeling in my gut that you are somewhere still. Because you are. You were alive, and you…
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Dear Ave, It’s been 6-7 weeks since I last wrote. I tried to write “How grief feels like during the festive season” but for some reason it’s still sitting on my draft, and I feel like it’s something that I might never finish. January came with its cold chill and I think of you less…
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I lost a draft, mama. It reminds me of that file I lost back home, on Dichi’s laptop, when I started writing about your plan of care thinking we were going to go home that day. It’s my fault. I didn’t save it. I don’t know why. I started writing about what’s happened since I…
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Dear Ave, I married Tom two days ago, May 4, 2024. It was at Nymans National Trust Garden, where I’d always wanted to marry him. We had our first kiss there. That place is unbelievably beautiful. You told Tom in August 2022, just after you’d started your chemo: “Please look after my daughter for me.”…
Dear Avelina Love Hershey 