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August 23, 2008
My motherís mother did recover long enough to celebrate her birthday. She died less than a month later. In the bottom drawer of her dressing table, she had a box with the clothes for her burial, right down to the undergarments. We had three open coffin visiting days, and they were three of the worst days of my life. Seeing her with the wrong shade of lipstick and powder on and hearing everyone say how beautiful she looked when she looked nothing like herself made me want to run away screaming. I did not find that ritual comforting at all.