Breast Cancer awareness month is important to me. I hope a cure is found within my life time. I pray that no more mothers are grieving over the loss of their daughters.
Jeannette died in room 615 at Community Memorial Hospital located in Ventura, California on Sept. 3, 2009. That difficult day will never be forgotten. The decision to transfer her into room 615 had been made by the hospice nurse. The room was decorated and accommodations had been made in advance for family to spend the night. A grey couch leaned against the window with a smaller chair located next to the hospital bed. Another room connected had a fridge, couches, coffee table and a big screen television. I chose to sit on the chair next to my Jeannette. A chair that unfolded and became my small bed at night. The husband and her father and his wife stayed off and away into the other room enjoying a game of baseball , etc. My dear Jeannette, her heart beating faster and faster as each minute went by.
Jeannette is gone now. I am here thinking of her each and everyday. When I write about her and get to the most disgusting parts in her life that are unforgiven, I have to stop in the middle of the writing and let go. It is best for me. Don't want to get angry today.
Jeannette died in room 615 at Community Memorial Hospital located in Ventura, California on Sept. 3, 2009. That difficult day will never be forgotten. The decision to transfer her into room 615 had been made by the hospice nurse. The room was decorated and accommodations had been made in advance for family to spend the night. A grey couch leaned against the window with a smaller chair located next to the hospital bed. Another room connected had a fridge, couches, coffee table and a big screen television. I chose to sit on the chair next to my Jeannette. A chair that unfolded and became my small bed at night. The husband and her father and his wife stayed off and away into the other room enjoying a game of baseball , etc. My dear Jeannette, her heart beating faster and faster as each minute went by.
Jeannette is gone now. I am here thinking of her each and everyday. When I write about her and get to the most disgusting parts in her life that are unforgiven, I have to stop in the middle of the writing and let go. It is best for me. Don't want to get angry today.
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