Personal reflections – Page 8 – The Tennessee Honeybee

The Quiet Night

It’s another “night shift” in which there is no one to watch over. It’s been almost two weeks and it all still feels unreal. Expected,

It’s been a week (and 30 minutes) since my sister left this world. It’s surreal still…a week ago I was in her bed next to

They say there are no atheists in a foxhole. That’s pretty much hooey but I will say, this atheist/agnostic/whatever you want to call me has

When my sister breathed her last, my first instinct was to crawl into bed with her… to keep her warm, to be as close to

I stood hunched over in the shower and watched the water swirling towards the drain but it shaped an undulating heart and I thought, “This

Only minutes after my last post my aunt raced into the hallway and said, “Christina, she’s not breathing!” I raced to her room and checked

We have entered another night. She is still with us… with me. Her breathing is shallow, at 5-6 breaths per minute, but she is peaceful

The night watch has become the death watch. Chelsea’s breathing is very labored, she is no longer speaking, all the stages we were told to

I’ve taken the night shift. The house sleeps around me: my husband rests his head in my lap, my mother beside me. The cats look

Wow! I’m 35 years old now. So, I’m going to try to reflect on achievements, milestones, and realizations in numbers. Let’s see how that goes! *These