1928 – 2012
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more . . . . What I dread is the isolation . . . . There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.
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