Members MartaC.T. Posted August 30, 2012 Members Report Share Posted August 30, 2012 Although my sister would join the rest of the family to celebrate milestones, she was a virtual recluse the rest of the time -- wouldn't return phone messages, answer the front door bell, etc. So, when her neighbors got concerned about mail and newspapers piling up on the front porch, they called the police, who broke down the back door and found my 61-year-old sister on the kitchen floor, in an advanced state of decomposition. Which means it's too late for an autopsy to find the cause of death; it's too late for my brothers and I to look at her body at rest, touch her hand, and say 'goodbye'; too late for anything but cremation and burial. The most I'll ever know about my sister's death is that she was holding a cup of coffee when she collapsed to the floor, and that she was all alone when she died.The discovery of Paula's body happened just yesterday, so I'm reeling, I'm angry, I feel as though the earth has tipped on its axis, as though my brain is laying on its side, as if nothing will ever be 'right' again.And, what really, really ticks me off is that I quit smoking (47 years) 15 days ago! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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