Rosemary Quigley was one of my sisters close friends in high school. I didn't know her well, but she was an amazing person. Anyone could tell that. She was born with Cystic Fibrosis and not expected to live beyond her teen years. Rosemary was strong. She did ballet as a kid, was a competative swimmer in high school, went on to become a lawyer and an assitant professor of medical ethics. No small wonder, that last career of hers. She lived her life like someone who knew that death was around the coner. She never welcomed it, but she knew she could lose her life from complications of her disease.
A year ago she was in decline, less than a year ago she was given a new set of lungs, last May she got married, and this week she passed away.
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