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by Marcy Barack
My best friend in high school was a year older than I. Terry always led the way through life. She was the first to graduate, to move away, to marry, to have children -- and the first to die.
It was the first time I faced the pain of losing someone my own age. Midlife affords a long view to two distant horizons. Terry's death let me see back to our beginnings, and forward to what awaits us all.
She was too young to die, only 51. We had been friends for nearly four decades, our lives linked most intimately in our teen and early adult years. As the cancer spread from her breast to her bones and brain, we revisited our past.
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