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8 days 7 hours and 25 minutes ago I held my daughter as they turned off the machines and she slipped away. It's kind of a blur after that. Organ donations, funeral arraignments, getting her stuff from her apartment, people calling and coming by. So many people saying "if you need anything, just call." But what can they do, really? So much sadness and anger. Through all of it, I keep getting flashes of her face and body as they brought her out of the apartment. I knew when I saw her, blue and still, that no matter what they did, she was gone. The ER doctors and nurses tried so hard, they brought her body back, but it was just to late, she had been down too long. Now I'm left with a lock a hair, her smell on her things, not nearly enough pictures, her dog and this hollow aching pit in my soul. Inertia pushes me on, but I'm not sure what the point is. She's gone.