My Sister
My Sister Lisa passed away after a brief fight with breast cancer. It was horrible. But my entire family was in her room when she took her last breath. Literally. All of us. 3 remaining Sisters, 2 Brothers, Mom and Dad, 3 Brother in Laws, 7 Nieces and 2 Nephews and her Boyfriend.

The Nurses joined us as well.

She passed so peacefully after such a horrific fight, but it was absolutely horrible for the rest of us.

Anyway, I stayed, sat in her room, waiting for them to come take her away while the rest of the family retired to my Parents house to grieve and, well, grieve. So I sat there with her, by her bed and ocasionally the Nurses would come in and hug me and tell me how much they liked my Sister, etc.

So the next day, we go to the funeral home to make the final arrangements for her viewing and funeral and the funeral director takes me aside and says "Did your Sister have yellow roses in her room when she died?" And I said "yes" unsure as to why she would ask that. Apparently, the Nurses on that floor, touched by my family being so grieved and also having gotten to know my Sister (not the sick one they saw in the bed) from hearing all our stories about her, had taken a single yellow rose and placed it in her hands before they moved her to the morgue.

We still have that rose at my Parents house.

There is not a single day I dont think of her and not a day goes by that I dont miss her.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 18:22, 2 replies)

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*hugs* that's so sad.
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 19:27, closed)

I just wish...
I could click a million times, so that everyone could see this story of kindness.

That's amazing.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 10:34, closed)