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- July 15, 2017, 7:14 p.m.
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Today at 7 is Lillibet’s wedding. I am alone. Daughters getting ready for wedding. Son in klaw should pick me up. Having much trouble breathing. Please let me get through the wedding . I don’t want to spoil it. I’m so close to calliong 911. I do not want to die at her wedding nor on her weedding day. I took my special breathing medicine. Oh I hope it works. The sun is coming up. Get a grip. Hold on tight. Don’t panic.
Noon. A little betteer. OK till Tony gets hee. Then we’ll decide.
Youngest daughter, the nurse, has arrived. I’m not alone.
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