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06/26/2012 10:52 am ET

A Final Flight For A Daughter And Her Irrepressible Mother

The flight from Miami to Newark was creepy enough: My mother, in her coffin, was somewhere in the belly of the plane; my siblings and I, sitting in coach, told funny Mom stories, as if the last year of suffering through cancer treatments hadn’t existed. We had all flown to West Palm Beach to be with Mom when she died — my sister and brother from New Jersey and Pennsylvania, and me, from Paris, where I was living then.

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