| I'll never forget that summer day in
1965 when my mother suddenly died of an unexplained illness at the age of 36.
Later that afternoon, a police officer stopped by to ask for my father's{{U}}
(13) {{/U}}for the hospital to{{U}} (14) {{/U}}Mother's valve
(心脏瓣膜). I was shocked. I ran into the house{{U}} (15) {{/U}}. At 14 I
just couldn't understand why anyone would take apart a person I{{U}} (16)
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them do that to her?" I{{U}} (18) {{/U}}him. "Linda," he said
quietly,{{U}} (19) {{/U}}his arms around me, "the greatest {{U}}(20)
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I decided{{U}} (22) {{/U}}that if we can make{{U}} (23) {{/U}}in
just one person's life after we die, our death will have{{U}} (24)
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