6.18.2009

We Lost

Damn it.

It didn't take long.

I arrived in Erie late Wednesday. Earlier that day, Trace had an incredible rally. She was alert and funnier than hell. She told mom: "My ass is killing me..." (even she caught the irony in that). It was an amazing gift!

By Thursday, when I was able to visit, she was already in a deep sleep -- a result of the pain (or 'no pain') meds. They had stopped the chemo meds earlier in the week. On Friday when we visited, she was "still sleeping." That's when I decided to hold her hand and let her know I was there with her. And she knew. I'm certain.

Early Saturday morning, she slipped away. Peacefully. A journey's end. Almost scripted.

Tracy brought our family together in a way she'll never know. It was a lasting gift to all of us.

I hope she'll visit someday. Butterfly?

I'm watching for you! I love you, auntie. Thanks for the gifts.

1 comment:

trace said...

"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" I am always reminded of these words from the apostle Paul when I or someone I'm close to loses a loved one. Carla, think about how much your aunt Tracy loved and was loved. Think about how much she impacted you and your family. Think about how her legacy will live on in all of you.

You haven't lost at all - her life here on earth, albeit way too short, is a great victory.

Praying for you and your family my friend.