My dear friend, Chris, passed away this morning.
I guess it's better than "pulling the plug" -- she did it on her own. And now I don't have to make that decision of whether to be there or not...
I did visit her on Sunday, she was unresponsive, but I sat and talked to her, told her I loved her, thanked her for her friendship, cried, and said goodbye, again.
I am heartbroken. Still can't believe this happening --- though logically I knew it was coming.
I had oral surgery today and it was just awful. A real nightmare. And have to go back for "part 2" of the surgery on Thursday, not looking forward to that. This time they are going to give a sedation. I got home from that ordeal to get the phone call about Chris. I cried so hard, but my nose was so numb from the oral surgery, I couldn't blow my nose.
I'm a mess --- and wondering why everyone seems to be dying around me? And don't know how much more of this I can take.... Feels like I'm cursed.