They Held My Funeral While I Was Still Breathing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Nephew Looked Into the Coffin and Said, “Mommy, Aunt Madelyn Is Looking at Me”

“A severe episode.

We need to get her to the hospital immediately, before anyone crowds her — ”

I turned my head on the satin pillow.

It took everything I had.

I found my sister against the wall, and the gold heart shining against her black blouse, and I lifted one shaking hand and pointed at it.

“Mine,” I rasped.

Every head in the room turned to Delilah.

“Take it off her,” my mother said.