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March 31, 2007
I'll be at the funeral home today to navigate the impossible path of consoling a mother who has lost her adult daughter to a drug overdose. Attempts at rehearsing this task have left me blank, so I will probably limit my part to mute hugs and sober nods.

On my worst day, I held tenaciously to life. Sure, I've challenged death, but it was likely because life held so much value that the thrill held a corresponding and occasionally compelling intensity.

This girl must have been residing in a place where she recalled the value of life in intermittent whispers.