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on September 4, one day after my original wedding anniversary and on my granddaughter's birthday/deathday. She's booked her flight.

It wasn't good for her to be here, I know that. She's done her part, no one can expect or demand more. She's not necessarily going to a better situation, but she has to go.

I can't shake the feeling I won't see her again. It's stupid, but nothing is sure. I'm back to feeling vulnerable, with this lousy infection and nightly night sweats and fatigue that doesn't go away. I'll get up tomorrow and go to my training session and gain strength, but.

Still, she has to go. That's life.