She had eyes so blue like sapphire stars, her daughter with the same blue eyes. And when she was dying her eyes still sparkled after the chemo thinned her hair to fuzz and the cancer froze and swelled her body. Her daughter just sat next to her bed, looking at her with those same brilliant blue eyes. She had a quiet strength as she watched her mother die. It wasn't about her grief; it was about saying goodbye. What can you possibly be thinking in that moment? And how can you possibly be so strong?
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