Saying goodbye to seconds with every breath

| Wendy Victora Rudman

It seems several lifetimes have passed since I sat in the grass on the side of a hill in a small community outside Rockford, Illinois, watching fireworks with my boyfriend.

I was 17, about to head off to college and had no idea what the next decades would bring.

 

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