Death

We've been dealing with death over the last several days. It is not a pleasant experience. At times sad. At times ghoulish.

In the hospital, the doctors essentially pronounced Rosie “brain dead.” They said her type of stroke is almost always fatal. She died this morning a bit before six. It was a blessing and we're happy she went “home” rather quickly. The doctors had said some patients with similar symptoms linger for months.

The hospital or the undertaker discovered that Rosie Was a “donor” of eyes and other useable parts. So, apparently, they will take her to the donor facility and, from there, back to the funeral home.

Julie's been dealing with Joanne, Rosie's “cousin” and with Greg, Rosie's Godson. So far they all seem to be on the same page with respect to “what happens next.”

Death makes you wonder about the afterlife. Does death just end it, or is there something more? One famous atheist said that the most exciting time of his life will be the first few minutes after dies. I guess it will be exciting. Today, Julie wondered if there was an “orientation.”