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14.

I wanted to have to avoid writing this because I did not want to have to talk about it. Your life was so precious and hard but I wanted this to be a secret ritual just between us women. There were only women of our blood left anyhow. But you were wife and mother, and that is a story unsung, unappreciated. We must take care not to forget that.

We review names. No longer yours. Just mine and my mother’s. No longer trying to give you too much information. Part of me has a feeling that you will be talking until the end. Who a woman is in relation to other people has been so important in her life. This reminds me of that.

You still watch classic movies. Now I don’t know what you recognize about them, if anything. I wonder if they are just background noise to eliminate the deafening silence of death. This is real now. I wonder if they are secret angels of optimism, or if you even understand their English anymore.

But it is getting late, and your sleep patterns have changed, and I must go now. You’ll have to get going soon, too. Someday I’ll be back here with someone else. Not sure whom and now sure how I’ll deal with it. But that’s not important for right now. We need to be going. There is moving on to do.