connected with a colleague.
She was working on her Masters in Public Administration.
She was from the island of Madeira and Portuguese just like me.
So much in common.
She battled breast cancer like a warrior.
I asked her to continue fighting until her
precious son graduated from high school.
It was not to be. She grew tired.
She was weary.
Ready to be called home.
I will miss her.
Until we meet, again.
Rest in peace my dear sweet friend.
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