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I think about that voice I heard on our last ride together. “I’ve done what I came to do. Now when are you going to get on with what you’re here to do?”
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That was her place. To protect me, to remind me. To be next to me. And that place is empty.
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For us, Moira will always be a reminder that love survives. It survives separation, and it survives adversity. And certainly, it will survive death.
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