Ironically, the two most intimate moments in our lives are events we don't remember. Our birth, and our death.
I have witnessed the beginning, of my own two beautiful children, and the end, of my dear friend Alex's mother. Neither of us were present for her actual death, but we were there to share moments when we could talk to her and do things for her, as well as after she fell into a coma, never to awaken again.
It's been just over a week.
A week where we have shared tears and laughter, made plans, gone through boxes, and just done nothing. A week where we shared a bittersweet holiday. A week when just knowing that I was there was a comfort.
Each day will go on, life will go on, and I will be there for Alex as she goes through the stages of grief. There have been, and will be good days and bad days. Days of laughter, family and fun, and days of tears, anger, and a heaviness that feels crushing at times.
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