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My Cousin Died At 8 And She Saved My Life

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My cousin, Marsha, died on March 2, 1983. I was six years old and I can still hear her laugh, 39 years later. Her life was far from easy, but she was so happy and content. I never saw her cry or complain about the endless medical procedures she endured. She was so full of love and acceptance, especially for me.

Marsha had a rare neurological disorder. It was so rare; they named it after her…




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