I couldn’t stop crying. When Dr. Viste allowed me and Aunt Georgina to enter the OR and go see my mother, it’s like my whole body has gone out of my control.
I didn’t know what I’m doing. I may be wailing and ugly crying while hugging the lifeless body of my mother. Aunt was doing the same thing. She’s crying…as loud as I am doing.
I didn’t care about the people around me. Are we disturbing someone else? I don’t know. All I know is I wanted to cry because my heart is in so much pain—so excruciating that I could faint because of the intensity of pain.
We continued crying until the nurse came to us and informed us that Mom will be transferred to the morgue.
Aunt Georgina and I agreed and let the nurses do what needed to be done. She hugged me tight. “I’m sorry, Blythe,” she whispered
