It was my niece.
I just knew.
Rewind: After getting back to Colorado Monday evening my niece called and told me my sister was bad. She ask me if I wanted to talk to her. I did. I spoke, she said nothing. I cried and told her how much I loved her and that if she needed to go before I got there that it was OK. I wanted her to be at peace. I promised to love Charlie and Stacy like they were my own.
When Stacy took the phone back she was in tears and said my sister was trying to answer me, but couldn't form words.
My heart was broken and I prayed that I would make it back in time.
Back to Tuesday morning:
I picked up the phone and said "She's gone isn't she?"
My niece cried and told me her story.
I couldn't understand a word of what she was saying and I just cried with her.
That flight back to Texas was the hardest flight of my life.
I took no pictures on this day.