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    When I was a kid one of my mother’s friends lost her husband to a heart attack. She had young kids, younger than my brother and myself, no job, and was suddenly alone.  When tragedy or illness strikes and you are a parent, you do not have the luxury to sink into depression, to grieve in bed for days crying. You have to feed your children. You have to take care of their emotional needs.  You come last, if ever, on the list of things to take care of. This is how it is. I was with my mom visiting the woman a couple years after the death. She had…