On the event of her death, I would hold Sherry's body in a lawn chair in the front yard for nearly five hours waiting for hospice and the funeral home after removing her tubes, washing her and dressing her in a clean night gown.
Her life; 64 years of heartbeats, 43 years of friendship and 23 years of marriage has been reduced to a 5lb 1.7oz box measuring 6½” x 7” x 6½” which sits inside my front door.
The only activity that continues around her is occasional receipt of new medical bills, tying up the loose ends of separating joint ownerships and ventures, filing government paperwork, receiving offers to sell her life insurance and a continuous nag from AARP for her to renew her membership. It has been 13 months.