I'm not sure what set anything off this week. I just had some very vivid images of Michele at M.D. Anderson, non responsive, with machines beeping and binging, and never opening her eyes while I was there. I had vivid memories of the family meeting with the doctor and making sure Michele's wishes were carried out. I had vivid memories this week of the machines getting quieter and quieter. It seems like yesterday that after her son and daughter said goodbye that I went in the hospital ICU room to get whatever was still in there so they didn't have to. And for some reason the image in my head was looking at Michele, her dead body, knowing she was the best of us and had drawn the short straw,and missing her as much in that moment as I do right now. I love you Michele. Your the best sister a brother could ever ask for.
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I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings - but once you're on their list, you might as well just give up on EVER getting off! You will receive more junk mail now than you ever thought could possibly exist!
My sincere condolences.
Grannie in Florida
In fact, they recently started sending me things addressed to my (long-since-departed) Mom!