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The night that my husband left for basic training, I went out to my parents house for supper.  I moped around, cried a little, but functioned.
Then I came home, and I got ready for bed.  I started to slip beneath the covers only to realize in physical reality that his body would not be next [...]

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One of the last tangible ways I was able to tell my Mom I loved her was by rubbing lotion into her feet. 
It seemed to comfort and soothe her, and the act of doing it, for whatever reason, comforted and soothed me.
The little things I could do at the end became obsessions:  Swabbing her mouth [...]

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