Paul's mom died suddenly of a ruptured aorta. It happened 20 days before our wedding, right before finals. She got sick suddenly at Marc's 3rd birthday party. They wondered if she was choking or having a heart attack. They rushed her to Bayview. It was a Saturday night, with a skeleton staff on duty at the hospital. For all her pain, they didn't give her enough medicine. We visited her Sunday night; she could not get comfortable, but we figured that was normal under the circumstances. The doctors said they'd run tests by noon on Monday. Nurses found her dead Monday morning. Her death had been nearly a copycat of her son's (Paul's brother, Gary) the year before. She was buried in an emerald green dress, the one she had been looking forward to wearing to our wedding.
I often wonder how different our lives would be, not just our ceremony, had Marcella lived. I often wonder what we would have done differently had we known it was our last conversation with her.
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