The Epilogue
She died peacefully. Someone up there was looking out for her. She continued to deteriorate and then stopped eating altogether. At first the Doctor had her on a IV fluids but once they realized she was choosing not to eat or drink and once I showed them her DNR order, they stopped the fluids altogether. She was in an out of conciousness for about 12 hours. I had the Priest come and give her last rights and I was by her side. She was in a bit of pain because as the circulation slows down through the body, your arms and legs can get very hot and itchy. The nurse gave her a very small dose of morphine and she stopped moaning and went to sleep. She died in her sleep 2 hours later. She looked beautifully peaceful and I think I just stared at her for an hour. Around her neck was a gold chain with a ruby cross that I had given her 2 years prior and she never took off. I took it off her neck and placed it on mine before signing her death certificate and her order for cremation. I wore it against my heart for the next 7 days.
Her body was cremated and I had her ashes laid out at the church. The funeral was held in the small Quebec town where she grew up. The town was small but the church was enormous.
Stained glass, alters, statues, the whole Catholic 9 yards. The service was lovely and I gave the Eulogy. I'm a pro now. I wrote my Grandfathers eulogy too. Her ashes were buried beside my beloved Grandfathers and that ruby cross that laid against my heart was given back to her in the grave. Then we were back at the church for lunch. I had framed photos of her life everywhere. the week prior I was creating a life line of her from age 6 to age 90. She looked so gorgeous. Like Grace Kelly. I'm going to scan my favourites and post one here.
I was fairly composed except for parts of the eulogy and at the beginning when something happened I didn't expect. My grandfathers two remaining brothers arrived. When they walked in the church it just took my breath away. One of the brothers is a spitting image of my Grandfather and my first thought was.. you've come back from heaven to take her home with you...and my second thought was.. My God, these beautiful men are honoring their brothers wife 9 years after he has died. I walked up to them and hugged them so tight and cried. After, they both came up to me and told me to please come back and visit . I hadn't been back to visit his family since my grandfathers death. I'm going to. I really am. I need to reconnect.
Marcelle July 07 1917 to May 2007
This song reminds me of her
Womans Work by Kate Bush
Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work, This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man, Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things I should've said, That I never said.
All the things we should've done, That we never did.
All the things I should've given, But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go, Make it go away.
Give me these moments back. Give them back to me. Give me that little kiss. Give me your hand.
J'Adore My Queen
Her body was cremated and I had her ashes laid out at the church. The funeral was held in the small Quebec town where she grew up. The town was small but the church was enormous.
Stained glass, alters, statues, the whole Catholic 9 yards. The service was lovely and I gave the Eulogy. I'm a pro now. I wrote my Grandfathers eulogy too. Her ashes were buried beside my beloved Grandfathers and that ruby cross that laid against my heart was given back to her in the grave. Then we were back at the church for lunch. I had framed photos of her life everywhere. the week prior I was creating a life line of her from age 6 to age 90. She looked so gorgeous. Like Grace Kelly. I'm going to scan my favourites and post one here.
I was fairly composed except for parts of the eulogy and at the beginning when something happened I didn't expect. My grandfathers two remaining brothers arrived. When they walked in the church it just took my breath away. One of the brothers is a spitting image of my Grandfather and my first thought was.. you've come back from heaven to take her home with you...and my second thought was.. My God, these beautiful men are honoring their brothers wife 9 years after he has died. I walked up to them and hugged them so tight and cried. After, they both came up to me and told me to please come back and visit . I hadn't been back to visit his family since my grandfathers death. I'm going to. I really am. I need to reconnect.
Marcelle July 07 1917 to May 2007
This song reminds me of her
Womans Work by Kate Bush
Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work, This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man, Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things I should've said, That I never said.
All the things we should've done, That we never did.
All the things I should've given, But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go, Make it go away.
Give me these moments back. Give them back to me. Give me that little kiss. Give me your hand.
J'Adore My Queen
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