They came to get her pain pump yesterday. With it, they took a bag I put together full of other various items we’ve been using daily since November of last year: tubes, saline flushes, heparin flushes, bandages, medicine packs of fentanyl, alcohol wipes, UV brown plastic bags. None of it belonged here and now it’s all gone. When he came, the pickup guy was a little uncomfortable but I wasn’t. I even took one last look at that little machine, held its familiar weight in my hand and felt… nothing. So, out it goes.
They’ve also called to tell me my 10 certified death certificates are ready to be picked up. I haven’t called them back. I will need those eventually, I’ll bet.
Maggie’s body was donated to science. By Tuesday after she died she was on a flight to Maryland where she would undergo a physical of some sort to decide what parts should go where. Since then I’ve been pondering what part of her is where? I’ll probably never know but I’d like to. I can tell you where her heart is, though. Cuddled up right next to mine.