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October 2001 was a sad month. The news her cancer had come back came around September 11 of that year. My girlfriend & I had just been to visit her at the hospital. This is the first time my mother met her. We sat down for dinner at the hospital shortly after they met and my stepfather let us know that she had 6 months to a year left... Anyway, we drove back to Boston the next night. Monday morning as my roommate and I were leaving for class the phone rang. We both froze, nobody calls us at 8AM. Looked at the caller ID and walked to my room... Called my gf, other friends came over to keep me company. A few hours later my gf & 2 of my friends drove back to NY. About 10 other friends followed later that night or the next morning for the funeral... And now to the point of me writing this. DON'T EVER come up to someone the day a loved one passes away and tell them "I got so fucked up at blah blah's house last night." Especially when walking at the cometary to where there mother is about to be buried you fucking prick.