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 We talked about <u>so</u> much. I saw her joyful, I saw her cry. I saw her furious I saw her protective I saw her determined and I admired them all for her commitment to **be**. To never stop feeling and learning and asking questions
 
-{{or:If|This is one of those crucibles of human experience that is absolutely universal. If }} we live long enough, we experience loss so profound our hearts can’t hold it. They have to grow to be able to hold it.
+If we live long enough, we experience loss so profound our hearts can’t hold it. They have to grow to be able to hold it.
 
 She was so hard on herself but from the outside all I ever saw was someone who loves with all the [[Book/A Tree Grows in Brooklyn#^VaXVBPvcY|strength she gained through living]]. 
 
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-{{or:Someone told me once| An old friend once told me something that gave me great comfort. Something he had read. He said}} that Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin never died. They became music.
+Someone told me once that Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin never died. They became music.
 
 Who they are lives through the beauty they created and the people they continue to inspire.
-Those things she helped to instill in all of us echo in the music we make, in our {{or:generosity|goodness}}, and in the grace we show each other
+Those things she helped to instill in all of us echo in the music we make, in our generosity, and in the grace we show each other
 
 There's something so inspiring about that I haven't been able to shake. Something that has hit me more since DelDel passed. You feel everything more acutely, you feel connected to those around you more strongly, you feel your bones straining under the weight of all the choices yet to be made
 
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 Death ties us to the living 
 
-I think in a way {{or:that's the real gift that grandma gave us|__"There’s something deeply positive about realizing that you are alive and you have choices. Those are shocking moments. They can be the most crucial moments of our lifetimes. That’s the gift that people give us when they die."__ }}.  The drive to love a little louder, to connect to those a little further, to hug a little tighter. Because we love her we miss her and know that we don't do it alone
+I think in a way that's the real gift that grandma gave us.  The drive to love a little louder, to connect to those a little further, to hug a little tighter. Because we love her we miss her and know that we don't do it alone