Last night we were all at the hospital, the whole family all in one place, which hardly ever happens. Cristyn was having her baby and the contractions were painful. She squeezed my hands and breathed like she was taught until the pain would pass. They stopped for a few minutes, so I went into the waiting room where everyone was talking and eating, waiting to welcome the baby. Andrew asked me how it was going and I was so surprised and happy to see him. Toni Marie walked in and I hugged her fiercely - it was so nice to see her, too. but when Cristyn walked in the waiting room with the baby in her arms, everything changed.
"We only have three minutes," Toni Marie said, and I grabbed them all, the members of the family hugging us all into a tight little skein. But when we let go, they were gone.
And I woke up this morning sobbing, remembering the car crash. Remembering the news reports and having to call the police to find them. Remembering having to tell my mother.
Remembering that they were dead.
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