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Death is not pretty, like the actors have us debi mazar believe. She looked horrified. Her eyes and mouth were wide open and her body seemed contorted. That tableau still haunts me debi mazar in my dreams even though I only looked for a second. My dad kept saying, "She's so beautiful." All I could do was keep my eyes closed and hold onto her tattered shoes. A nurse stepped in and asked me to keep my wailing down. I don't know exactly what I was screaming, but apparently my howling was annoying other living patients. I wanted to debi mazar hold her. My brother led me to the bed. I held her hand, and for a second I swear she squeezed back. That was all the denial my mind ever afforded me. I knew she was dead. I knew she was not going to cheer for me at my graduation, or watch me get married. I knew she wasn't going to bring me groceries at my first apartment, or answer the phone when I called for advice. I didn't know how I could live life without her. I crawled into her hospital bed at home that day and thought I would never find the strength to get up.
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