My Beautiful Rose

My sister passed away on August 27th. She was terminal with cancer. A COVID test was done prior to a test of some sort and she tested positive. My niece and her husband got COVID. Rose’s funeral had to be delayed until Friday, September 17th. Because of COVID, there can’t be an open casket funeral and visitation, funeral, and burial must all take place on the same day.

It is all so surreal.

Since I am in a power wheelchair getting to the funeral is impossible.

It has been a while since Rose passed, but it feels so new. So different. My world isn’t the same. She is the first of the four sisters to die. We all expected it would be me, including me.

Sissy is no longer in Soul wrenching pain – for this I am grateful.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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1 Response to My Beautiful Rose

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    You had mentioned this before, so at least you were prepared, as much as one can be. But that has to hurt, not being able to go to the funeral. It’s the memories, a last chance to connect in thought and spirit.

    So what’s to do? Can you write a memorial of your sister? Even if it is for yourself, and your siblings, that is something to bring to this time: you own memories of your sister. It can provide a marker.

    See if you and your sisters can put together a collection of photos, put it privately online so you can share it and contribute to it.

    Or maybe this is too early, and her death stings too much. If so, my apologies for running off at the mouth (well, typing fingers).

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