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\u201cI came to visit my sister. She d:ied in a car accident\u2026 four years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped. I read the tombstone:<\/p>\n
Gabriela Ram\u00edrez \u2013 1992-2019.<\/p>\n
The exact same date as Mariana\u2019s d:eath.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour sister\u2026 d:ied the same day as my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened her eyes, surprised, and stared at me:<\/p>\n
\u201cYour wife also d:ied that day?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded and told her what happened.<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears as she placed a bouquet of white lilies on her sister\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat day, Gabriela was traveling with a friend\u2026 I didn\u2019t think it would be her last trip. She told me, crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence of the cemetery enveloped us. I felt a strange connection, as if the grief of two strangers had met by chance.<\/p>\n
When he said goodbye, he said,<\/p>\n