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the least I can do

one month old baby dies from SIDS two-year-old does not survive cancer. three-year-old expires from pneumonia four-year-old is killed in a tractor accident. At seventy-two I wonder…. why them? Why not me? It makes me want to enjoy every minute that I can in honor of the ones who did not get anywhere near 72. It seems like the least I can do, I think as I reach for hot cherry pie with vanilla ice cream.

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