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Maureen and Harold stood beside her in silence, coming to terms once more with how utterly life vanishes.

She kept lists in the kitchen and bedroom. There was so much to do. And yet sometimes, when she looked out of the window, or lay awake listening to the gulls crying like children, she felt that despite her activity there was something about it that was inactive, as if she were missing the point.

We hang on by so little, he thought, and felt the full despair of knowing that.

“Tell her not to give up. Tell her, I will keep walking.” Oh, my heart.

OK bruh, but like why am I sobbing