Early last year, I wrote about my Aunt Molly and how much I saw my mom in her.
And how much she’d gone downhill since I last visited. It’s funny (not humorous) how the elderly, when they are dying, they die in stages, like stairs with longish landings. As time goes by, the landings get shorter and the steps get steeper.
They never ascend, either. It’s all down. Just a matter of time. But it’s very predictable.
Last month, the entire family were going to fly down to California to see our family. We’d planned on visiting my aunt and uncle.
But before we flew down, we got the news: Aunt Molly had died.
Thankfully, she passed in her sleep. According to her daughter, who had seen her earlier that day, she was doing pretty well. She had complained a bit about “not feeling good,” but you know how that goes. We all say “we don’t feel good” and then we do!
Well, later that day, she fell asleep and never woke up.
So instead of visiting her, giving her a hug and a kiss, we went to her memorial instead.
We did get to see family we hadn’t seen in a while and that was nice. It was fun looking at old pictures of Aunt Molly, my mom, my uncle, and my grandparents. Got to see some cousins, too.
Sadly, I’ll probably never see most of them again.
And I’ll never get to see my aunt again, ever.
That’s “life,” I guess. It never gets easier.
I’ll post a picture of my aunt when I get the mail from my cousin. Until then, put your own aunt in your mind. Love her, visit her, and always remember her.