Last week was the seventh anniversary of the day my sister-in-law, Tiffany, finally succumbed to death. If anyone has fought the devil harder, I will probably never meet them: when Tiff entered hospice, her body held on to life longer than I ever imagined a person could live. In life, she was spry, mischievous, and cheerful: she loved pink and required …
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