Phyllis lost her fight to cancer, and died peacefully in her sleep. There is a hole somewhere inside of me that tears rush to fill.
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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