Thanks to a coworker, I finally found an obituary for Rebecca.  I know it’s nine months past, but it was worth mentioning in my mind.  Here’s a poem that was torn from her notebook:

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Right now

I sit

Right now

I listen

Right now

I watch

Right now

I’m thinking

Right now

I observe people

Right now

I cry inside

Right now

I cry outside

I pray to G-d

Right now

I wish for a better day

Right now

I hope and pray

My wish comes true

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