Wednesday, October 21, 2009

She said: "I guess we were just too busy. I know that's a lousy excuse, but it's the only I have. There was always so much to do in a day: shopping, cooking, cleaning, the job, the second job, the bills to pay, the calls to make and answer, the texts, faxes, tweets, emails, all the crap that takes over a day, a week, a month, a life. We just didn't notice how sick he was. We thought that it was "growing pains" or something. We thought it was a phase, but it wasn't. He died in my arms on the way to the hospital. Just like that. Gone. Forever. There was just too much to do and we didn't notice. There was just too much."
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