Saturday 7th July. It was the weekend. But that neither occurred to me at the time or mattered. It felt like the world’s end. I woke at 800am, after nearly 10 hours of sleep. I’m aware many people don’t enjoy that privilege in grief. It probably helped that I hadn’t slept for 40 hours prior …
Carly, my sister, drove me home from the hospital at about 4:00am. Her presence through that ordeal was an unbelievable comfort to me. Something I’ll never forget, and hopefully something I’ll never have to do in return. Carly had a special relationship with Susie. She saw her as the older sister she never had. She’d …
Falling, in love Thursday 5th July 2018 I like to believe she died in my arms. I don’t know whether that’s the case, medically. But I like to think her last conscious memory was of me holding her, caring for her, as she fell. I want that to be true. It all happened so quickly. …