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I miss her sometimes. It still feels surreal, her not being here any more. There are moments when I feel paralyzed with truth that she's gone, all dead and gone. Forever.
I watched her die: Her body struggled to breathe through fluid pooling in failing lungs while her heart spun one last tale, sounded out one last time. The last of the millions and billions of lifetime heartbeats raced their way to the finish line.
And then, it was done. Pale and bluing and cooling hands done.
I was there for the last of her heartbeats, her watery breaths, her widening eyes.
Quietly and peacefully, I was there.
I watched her die: Her body struggled to breathe through fluid pooling in failing lungs while her heart spun one last tale, sounded out one last time. The last of the millions and billions of lifetime heartbeats raced their way to the finish line.
And then, it was done. Pale and bluing and cooling hands done.
I was there for the last of her heartbeats, her watery breaths, her widening eyes.
Quietly and peacefully, I was there.