I don’t know what memory I would say is the saddest one… but there have been so many heartbreaking ones.
Getting a phone call from my friend’s sister telling me he’d been shot. I laughed and asked her what he did to make her do that… and she said, “No, he’s really been shot…” and I asked if he was okay, what happened and she said, “He’s dead.” After almost 20 years… it still drops my stomach to think about it. I miss him.
Seeing the coroner pulling up the driveway, knowing it’s was Bridget’s death notification… these flowers were sent to me by my brother in her memory on the anniversary of her death… so beautiful, as she was.
Being in my house, yet feeling like I was there alone, no matter who was there.
Taking care of my Gramma, and watching her die a little bit each day, knowing there was no way for me to stop it. Even though I am eternally grateful for the opportunity I had to take care of her at the end of her life.
Burying my Vader after he passed away violently from poisoning, and Lucky and Spock. This I am not sure I will ever get over…
That good enough??
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