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October 14, 2009
Today would have been M.'s 61st birthday--how I miss her! She's laugh if I told her I felt old at 54, worried that young un's at write-ins think, "Why are you here?" She'd echo Michael Jordan--"Limits, like fears, are often illusions," and she'd probably still be doing Ski for Light--her deaf-blindness no obstacle. Instead, cancer stole her.

After 7 years of grieving, her husband has recently remarried; I learned this through the grapevine, for I have no connection with any of M's friend's now, except C--M. was my best friend, but she had many best friends.