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An unpublished story about a woman's reflections on the legacy she's leaving behind.
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I had been grieving over the death of my mother when my brother-in-law told me a heart-wrenching, yet heart-warming story about the death of his mother. I went home and, using images from the lives/deaths of our two moms, wrote the first draft in one sitting, and by the time I was through "messing" with it a few days later, most of my grief was in perspective.
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Excerpt: She thought about how she'd like to read for about fifteen minutes before closing the night light and her eyelids, but realized the night light wasn't on and her eyelids were already almost closed anyway. She folded her hands on top of herself just so, then whispered a short prayer, her lips barely moving: "Dear God, I've never asked you for anything ever in my whole life, but could you please take me back home to England."
Ma is one of my very favorite non-military related story, my first venture into something besides veteran's issues. I like it mostly because it still brings tears to my eyes, but also because the protagonist is so strong, so very inspirational.
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