My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium
“Daughter? Uncle Gibson has a daughter?”
He let out a strained laugh. Somehow, with a sudden burst of strength, he shoved Dad aside and leaned over the coffin. There, he saw my pale, lifeless body.
Even though I thought I was prepared, seeing my own corpse was like a punch to the gut. It was as if I were watching myself die all over again. The feeling was beyond words.
I was dead. I was really dead.
Today, I would be cremated, completely erased from this world.
And even in death, I was still the child my family refused to acknowledge.