FightTheOstrich
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I was with my Mom and although I hated to lose her, it was something I will always cherish in my memory. She passed so peacefully and my only concern was her fingernails were kind of ragged looking, so while the rest of the family came to my house and the funeral home was coming, I painted her nails. I knew she would not want to be in her casket with unfinished fingernails.
Death is so strange sometimes, so peaceful and quiet. When my grandfather died it was so bittersweet. After he died in his own home w/ a fraction of the family including myself present, we also stayed in the room, my grandmother climbed in bed w/ him, and the rest of us stayed with him until they came to pick him up. Once a family always a family. My Aunt even made my cousin who had racked up some debt while in college destroy his credit cards as an added punishment. We could not leave him, were not ready to let him go. He waited a few hours for my Father and I to arrive and then he drifted from us into the quiet. The most startling thing happened years later when I gave birth to my daughter (now almost 4). I felt the same energy that I felt in the room when my grandfather died. Whatever was @ work, acts the same in death as in birth. It truly is a cycle. I have felt him @ different times in my life and my cousin spent time w/ him while in a coma while I was experiencing dreams where my grandfather was showing me that everything was going to be okay in a special code that only granddaughters and grandpas understand. A couple days later, my cousin woke from his coma.
In any event, forgive my ramble, I ache b/c Caylee was not surrounded by those that loved her @ her end. And now she is in a box, a temporary box, alone once again. I hope she haunts that family forever.