I flew to Alaska unannounced and found my daughter slowly slipping away in a silent hospice room, while the man who had once vowed to stand by her side was celebrating his honeymoon beneath the bright Bahamian sun. By the time morning broke, the comfortable future he thought was guaranteed had already started collapsing.

opened her eyes and looked directly at me.

“I love you, Mom.”

I held her hand between both of mine.

“Always, baby.”

She took one more breath.

Then she was gone.

I stayed beside her for hours.

I held her hand as the room grew quiet and thought of every version of her I had loved.

The child in rain boots.

The teenager with glitter glue on her fingers.

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