Now that I've decided to move back to the US, at least part-time, I find that I'm more tortured than ever about not making it back in time to see Ingrid one last time. None of us could have known how fast things would be, how fragile she really was. But that doesn't make it any easier.
I'm sorry, Ingrid. I didn't know that 17 days would be too many.
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