It was a shitty night. There was nothing to be done, she was already gone. My dad doesn't have a phone so I couldn't call him. My brother told me that she had been in rapid decline for the past three weeks (unbeknownst to either of us). We all knew it was coming sooner or later, she had been sick for years, but it always comes as a surprise when it happens.
To cut a long torturous story short, I decided to carry on with my trip. Right or wrong, I don't know. I don't think I ever will.
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