Without Her.
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Last published Sat, Sep 28, 2019
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It's been four years since Soraya lost her best friend. Four years of grief, of mourning, of processing, of healing.
This year, things were going to be different. She had spent long enough swallowed by her pain, she had to take grief by the hands and move.
Every year her Support Group, fondly referred to as the Chronically Without, choose somewhere to travel to and be together for a month during the summer. (They call it a rehabilitation getaway so it's fully covered by the institution that facilitates their group meetings.)
This year, for the first time, Soraya was going.
And it would change her life, of course.
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