I asked you, begged you, to hold on during the first surgery and you did, miraculously. You were strong and brave. But it was my body that failed *you.* I needed a second surgery and I couldn’t take you with me. I couldn’t take you with me. And it destroyed me. So I asked one more thing of you, for you to come back to me when this is all done. Please, please come back to me. You were so wanted. You were so loved.
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