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I have an envelope full of a friend’s story in my cupboard.

Jude died many years ago. She lost her eyes to cancer at about 18 months of age. She died when she was in her 50’s, when the cancer returned and attacked the rest of her body. She always wanted her story told. She wrote her first 40 years down, but publishers rejected it. I have this, along with notes from rest of her life, videos and photos. She lived a hectic life. Blindness was no barrier.

My life is also hectic and I don’t have the time to document hers.

But reading what you have written here, i feel a little comfort in knowing that maybe the importance was in her telling me the story before she died, her sense of being seen and heard for the life she lived.

Maybe one day I will have the time to write Jude’s story.

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