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About ten years ago, my mother took my husband and me – plus my dear friend Lucia – to WaterFire. It was a wonderful experience. There was something so magical about the evening: the music, the fire dancing on the water.

It would be seven years before I started volunteering for WaterFire. My friend had moved to Providence and my mother was beginning a long, downhill slide. Volunteering at WaterFire gave me a chance to escape from the reality of a parent who was no longer the same person with whom I had spent so many years having fun and doing things on a regular basis.

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