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In attendance.
       
     
In attendance.

Everyone, at some time, is bound for home. What awaits there is unknowable; what might be glimpsed, unforeseeable. But the future—ours, theirs, yours—is inevitable. And I promised myself I would not look away when it presented itself. So my homecoming, the last I would have with my mother, was spent at her bedside in a long goodbye that I want to hold on to the only way I know how.

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