when C passed I found myself emptying C bedroom last make up brushes/lipsticks C used would no longer b touched clothes scattered across the floor just as she had left them the reality of child loss/sibling literally picking up the pieces this is the reality brain cancer RT TY
5.1.16 C brain tumour journey raising awareness cont journey home C lies on my lap I stroke her hair we say nothing home Miles stands in C bedroom C tells M terminal they open bottle champagne that C kept 4 when she was cured C knew she was going 2 die & wanted 2 share with M
@RusticLiv Along with the mantle and light stone (b/c bedroom) some possibilities… hoping there is a window with a beautiful view for some natural light in there somewhere.