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…and how her husband was in the hospital nearly a year, “he didn’t watch those little TVs with headphones,” she said “he was too sick…” “but he died how he wanted: of a stroke in his sleep. I cremated him and buried him beside our son.” They used to go for car rides in the country, but now Lola is nearly blind and she stumbles through her memories alone in the dark. Her chin trembles and her eyes droop, but she smiles. She tells me a sense of humor is the most important thing to keep, and I can picture her at twenty five— her husband singing: “what Lola wants, Lola gets…” and even though she hates the song she laughs.
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