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So, it's today. Doesn't seem like much, I know, but I was up WAY past my bedtime reading again, and I noticed the time, remembering another night where one short phone call upended my entire world. I slept for shit last night, but I'm not surprised; that phone call was a decision to end resuscitation efforts that had already been going on too long.

We told them to stop and we let Shannon go.

Eighteen years later and it still hits like a truck. The rain should stop long enough this afternoon for us to go to the cemetery and bring her flowers.