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My best friend died on the morning of New Years Eve day.  I had been with her a few days earlier, told her I loved her, told her goodbye as I hugged her. I was numb with grief.  The next few days before her funeral I stumbled through my days sometimes screaming at her, "Peggy come back, Peggy...