It’s been a month. At 11 o’clock tonight, it has been a full lunar cycle since my sister breathed her last breath and left this
Tag: death
A Mile in Her Shoes: Tori Amos
One of the things I inherited from my sister was several pairs of her shoes. This wasn’t particularly intentional, my momma just started asking me,
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,
A Week
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
What I Couldn’t Give
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
The things that fill the spaces
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
The Aftermath
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
It’s Over
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
A New Normal
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
It is time
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