she was a real aunt to me. In my life I’ve been blessed with a number of other mothers. Now all, save one, have passed on.
I won’t be maudlin because this aunt never was. The life she led with my uncle was tough. (He died from cancer five years ago.) My uncle was an infamous hell raiser, for lack of a better description. Despite his antics she did a damn fine job of raising four healthy, well-adjusted children. She was invariably kind, considerate and caring with my sisters and with me.
A week ago my aunt fell in a parking lot and hit the back of her head on the cement. She developed a blood clot on her brain. Because of an underlying bleeding disorder, the doctors could not do any surgery.
I know my own parents prayed for a miracle and in my view her children received one. Against all odds she woke up for an entire afternoon… recognized her children and two granddaughters, spoke with them, said goodbye. Then she slipped back into a coma. She never regained consciousness. Two days later she died.
The funeral was yesterday. It was a simple funeral, exactly what she would have wanted.
And this, my friends, is life. It’s not always happy. It is what it is.