Yesterday I returned to the residence and sat in Edie’s room for a while. We know that death is final, and sometimes there is an abruptness that we have to say NO to, even if we’ve been anticipating it for a long time. So, sitting there, with Edie’s little Christmas tree still lit, eased me into the new reality.
Last evening at the cottage I lit a candle that I had received at the Lights of Remembrance service at the hospice residence garden just before Thanksgiving. Edie was there in one of the rooms, but the service was for those who had already passed on. Next year, along with hundreds of Edie’s other friends, the lights in the garden will be lit and we will remember her.