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Charlie Connell's avatar

Sarah and I bonded over our membership in the Dead Moms Club shortly after we started working together, usually trying to one-up each other as to who suffered more. It always came up in some form of morbid joke (it was an interesting workplace!), so I'd heard a lot about Kathleen Lally before I started to edit this piece. That being said, I wasn't ready for such a nuanced and vulnerable story. Reading this made me feel like I finally understood where Sarah came from and more than anything I wish our two moms could have met. They'd sit around the kitchen table, smoking cigarettes (Salem Ultra Light 100s for my mom) and telling tales.

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Jane Pratt's avatar

Thank you thank you thank you for this beautifully written story. I'm sure my mom and I are going to talk about this more, because it brings up so many memories of my father's side of the family, all of whom talked about dying almost every day, as well. I'm certain that my own father's death, in a hit and run just after his 59th birthday, was connected to the fact that he always said he would go at around that age. Or, as you have enlightened me to here, looking at this in the context of his supernatural powers (or mine) may be part of my coping mechanism.

In any case, thank you for telling this so much more eloquently than I could, and for making me think even more deeply about it all. Sending you love and support and strength.

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