The unforgettable white sheet
Trigger Warning: Description of a Loved One After Death by Suicide The Unforgettable White Sheet Today, the memories came back in high-definition. They weren't a trigger when I spoke the words aloud to a friend, sharing the truth.. that I lost my sister to suicide. But driving away, the silent miles brought back the small, piercing details, the ones the mind tries to protect you from, but the heart never lets go of. It was a small room. Rachel, Mom, Dad, && me. We stood. We all said no when they asked us to sit. && then they pulled it back. That white sheet. I will never forget it. The off-white color, the small, almost imperceptible stain near the bottom corner. It was a barrier, && then it was gone. && there she was. My little sister. The sight of her is etched into my soul: Ice bags on her eyes. Her lips blackened. The faint, awful burn mark around her neck. Her home-done tattoos.. horrible in their execution, yet somehow, ...