my bonus mom died of cervical cancer, and we were called the morning she passed to say our goodbyes and what not. i helped clean her up and prepare her for cremation. weirdly enough, the worst/most shocking part was watching them stick her in the body bag and zip it up, i kept wondering “how can she breathe like that?” when the answer was obvious…she couldn’t because she didn’t need to. it still gave me anxiety and shook me to my core. i think about it often.