Our sweet Peg is gone

I went to sleep around 2:30 this morning, and Jeanette and Marianne came back to the house at 4. At 5 Mer called me into the living room, where Peg's breathing was becoming labored. We sat with her as she took her last breath at 5:15.

Jeanette called the women's group, and everyone was at the house by 6:15, so when Zoë awakened there was a lot of love in the room. We were held in the deep embrace of women who love us, and who loved and cared so much for Peg. They sang "When Love Comes Home."

This is hard to write. It just seems unreal.

Thankful that Peggy passed quickly. Her poor belly was so distended that if she'd been conscious the pain would have been unimaginable.

Marianne isn't leaving until tomorrow. Zoë is home today. Jeanette is here. We're all exhausted, physically and emotionally. Today started out as a blur and it's still blurry.

I'm staring out the window, reminded of when Peg and I found out she was diagnosed with cancer, almost three years ago. She and I stared out at the world, knowing ours would never be the same.