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every word.

She asked us to keep celebrating birthdays.

To laugh.

To argue about silly things.

To live fully.

And then she gave us one final tradition.

“Every birthday, save me one slice of cake.

Then tell each other one good thing that happened that year.

Not the sad things.

The good things.

I want to know you lived.”

At the bottom of the letter was one last continue reading …