“She looked so peaceful, just sitting there like she was watching the sun rise.”
That’s what Aunt Rita keeps saying as we wait in a room in the hospital for the doctor to come and talk to us. We’ve been in here a long time. There’s no television or magazines so everyone just stares at the paintings hanging on the wall. I’m thinking that’s why they call it a waiting room; all we’ve been doing is waiting.
I’m texting back and forth with Dad since we’re back on the mainland with cell reception. He’s on the way to the airport in a taxi. He asks how Mom and I are doing. I text back that we’re okay and tell him about the helicopter landing on the sand.
Mary Beth had started CPR, but by the time I ran back to them, they had stopped and were covering Nana with a couple of striped towels. They m
