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Peggy | Peggy

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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...
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My best friend is dying.  We have been friends since fourth grade back in a small farming community called Petersburg, NE.  We have hiked together, swam together, ice skated together, traveled together, been Maid of Honor at each other’s wedding.  Her husband walked me down the aisle; my husband...