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Lizzy passed away this morning at a little after 4 o'clock. My mom, cousin Lynette, aunt Margie, and I were all right there with her. A couple minutes before she...passed...she opened her eyes. I don't believe she actually regained consciousness, but still... Her breathing was very shallow and she was struggling for each breath. In the end she just didn't have the energy for the next breath. The nurse who was there with us said that she didn't feel any pain and that she was sufficiently...medicated...to not be be aware of what was going on and thus not to be scared or panicked. She was on Morphine, for starters, in addition to five or six other medications.
We spent this morning and afternoon making funeral arrangements, picking out flowers, etc. Although I know she's happy now and finally free from all the pain she's been in for these past few years, it doesn't make the pain I feel any less potent. I think once I get home and have the funeral behind us, I'll be able to start moving on. Right now, though, I don't think it's even fully hit me.
We spent this morning and afternoon making funeral arrangements, picking out flowers, etc. Although I know she's happy now and finally free from all the pain she's been in for these past few years, it doesn't make the pain I feel any less potent. I think once I get home and have the funeral behind us, I'll be able to start moving on. Right now, though, I don't think it's even fully hit me.