It was the first time she had ever been asked to prepare a patient to be taken to the mortuary. It was a daunting prospect, she kept expecting the elderly lady to open her eyes and start talking the nonsense she had become known for. But well, she didn't she was dead.
The young intern's mind wandered into the mental lists she kept. She had to visit the nursing home following her shift, and pay the nurse the Christmas tip which was expected. She had to sell the house....or find roommates. She had to forget about the stupid one night stand which had occurred the previous evening.
She gently folded the ladies belongings into the obligatory grey hospital bag, and wrote out the name in print. Her family would probably come and collect it later. A shimmer of gold caught her eye as she sealed the bag. Re-opening it, she spilled the contents onto the chair placed next to the bed. She picked up the long chain, twirling it around her fingers. Attached was an overly large locket. Curiosity took over, and she gently pondered whether or not she should open it. She glanced at the withered face of the deceased, so content to finally be at rest. Luscious grey curls framed her face, her mouth in an upturned smile. Behind the creases surrounding her eyes and mouth, showed a life lived to the full. She toyed with the fastener of the locket, slowly prising it open. Pictures covered the inside. A man, a handsome man, with his hands curled around the waist of a lady which could only have been this woman in her younger years. Eyes so bright and full of vigour, of love for her life. Another picture of a small bundle swaddled tightly, eyes of the gentleman beaming to the camera.
The porters arrived then to take the woman on her final journey. She swiftly clasped the locket back together. She gathered her belongings back into the bag. She did not include the locket this time however, but told the porters to wait. She slowly slipped the locket over the elderly lady's head, positioning it in the centre of her chest.
As the gurney was pushed from the room, the intern surveyed the room. Picking up the crumpled blue scrap of paper, she shoved it in the pocket of her lab coat to discard of later. Nobody told her post-it notes were of such importance until she joined herself in marriage through vows scrawled on a scrap of paper.