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Context I don't think i ever really knew my mother - though I probably knew her better than most. She was deeply willing to share bits of herself with me ... but she had a twisted and jaded mindset, so every word had an extra layer of guilt and expectation. When my mother died, there was a funeral. I remember being distracted and very distractible. We'd had the luxury being able to say goodbye - she was trapped in a hospital bed, unable to eat, as her body actively deteriorated - and so I had the luxury of visiting and knowing, on that day, it was likely literally the last day I would see her. The goodbye then didn't seem real. On the day of her funeral, I suspect it was expected that I would speak. Maybe not a long word, but an earnest one. But I didn't. I chickened out. I couldn't seem to find the words. Instead, it was a marvel - someone at the funeral home asked about 10 questions and was able to reverse engineer something of her life story. It didn't have ...