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November 24, 2008
She smiled and smiled and smiled. Everyone loved being around Darlene. Whatever yarn, gossip or stories being told, Darlene would see the good in it. She could see folk made mistakes; she forgave; could see forgiveness in her eyes.

Even the time she had a black eye. "I fell down them stairs again" she'd told us at work.

We knew she didn't fall down no stairs.

I wondered how life really was for her at home. I wondered how she kept that smile on her face. How she kept her optimism. How she was dealing so well with breast cancer.