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Three Words
One phone call—that’s all
 It took to turn this fun fieldtrip into a nightmare.
 It is strange how quickly emotions can change.
 I was laughing
 While I answered my phone.
 Did I notice the seriousness
 And urgency in his tone?
 No. I was giddy and joyful
 About visiting this amazing college.
 Three words—who would have thought?—
 Stopped my breath. It could not
 Be true! But he wouldn’t lie
 About this. “Shira passed away.”
 He said it that bluntly.
 And I was completely surprised.
 Shira.
 Passed. 
 Away.
 She’s dead? But all my memories
 Of her recall a lively, vibrant young lady.
 She was only twenty-one! Sure, I knew
 She had Scleroderma, but she never
 Seemed sick when I saw her!
 At the wedding, she was so energetic and spirited.
 She was either laughing
 Or dancing
 Or making others laugh.
 I never saw her
 When she was in the hospital.
 I never saw her not smiling
 For that matter.
 
 So, it’s hard for me to realize
 She had such a serious disease.
 I’ll always remember Shira
 As I knew her: a beautiful, sweet, energetic girl.
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