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Her Name Was Duno

Her name was Duno. She was seventy, young-at-heart, and hilarious. We were co-Sunday School teachers, and the best of pals. I was twenty-three. Fast-hurting-cancer smacked her around unmercifully for ten horrible months. Her-ex husband greeted us at her funeral; a man who had deserted her 50 years before.

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Date: 7/21/2018 10:06:00 AM
A troubling read - so important for the soul to immortalize the special people we come across. And somehow let judgment fall where it may because we can never know the full story. Hopefully she had forgiven him and let her into her life - if not, there is a greater power that will deal with that. A powerful write, Caren.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/21/2018 10:11:00 AM
She loathed him, Line, refused to talk of him, it was the only thing that she barely talked about as it had hurt her so deeply. The church was astounded at his astonishing "greet everyone and smile" behavior at the funeral of one so beloved by the congregation.

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