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What a remarkable story. My younger daughter dreamed of Ana every day for weeks after she died. Emily was 12 and I recall her telling me that she was afraid when the dreams stopped, she wouldn't see Ana anymore. That's exactly what happened. It broke Emily's heart. I always hope for more dreams of Ana for both of us. 💜💜

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Jacqueline Dooley
Jacqueline Dooley

Written by Jacqueline Dooley

I'm whatever the opposite of a data scientist is. Essayist. Content writer. Bereaved parent. Mediocre artist. Lover of birds, mushrooms, tiny dogs, and nature.

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