Monday, June 09, 2014
We were all with her when the final breath left her body. We cradled her body in our arms and kissed and cuddled her. We helped her mother cut locks of her hair to keep in memory. After she was dressed and laid out, I sat with her and told the story of Rebecca to the hospice nurse. I watched her change from looking like she was asleep to looking dead. We stood by as the men from the funeral home carried her downstairs and zipped her into a body bag (mercifully, just up to her chest while we were witnessing). We watched them drive away with her.
I still don't understand. Where did she go?
My heart is so broken.