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It was a joyful day, the sun shining and the wind wisping past each strand of my hair. How could it get any better than this? Sure, maybe my mom is gone, but maybe it's for the best. Maybe she's in a better place now. If that's the case, then maybe I can come to accept this. "Go on, June, I'll be okay." Those were her last words, and I've never cried harder.