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Last night was it.

Dorothea went at around 7:30 pm.

I know it was inevitable and I know the whole
family was just kind of waiting for it to happen.

But, it doesn't make the actuality of it any
easier.

And dealing with the brick-headedness of the
some of the people I'm ashamed to call my
relatives isn't making it any less difficult
to manage.

Not only that, but some fucker stole a bottle
of her morphine. They shall be stomped when I
discover who did it.

I can't say much more than that. Only that I
will miss her like I've missed no one else before.