The news came in while I was standing at my desk. I was getting ready to give my boss some form I had to create for because of the ever changing guidelines from dph. Anyway my phone goes off and I see my brothers name. I smile because out of 7 of us he is the one I am closest to. I open his text and it starts out fine but then as I read on he let's me know hes on his way to the mortuary. My aunt has passed away.
Mind you I am at peace with this because her pain is over. She is free to be the charismatic woman now, not bound by pain and age. Her spirit gets to soar again and be free. What got me was the fact that she was the last living tie to my mom other than my siblings.
This eccentric woman lost her son at a young age, then lost her baby sister, and then her mother. Her son ran away about the age of 14 and never came back. Her sister died almost 20 years ago and her mother shortly after. My aunt never let others get her down. She always found the positive and joy. She was life.
So while I am sad that light has dimmed I am happy that she will be with those she lost again. I know my mom was there with open arms to greet her. I am sad that all of the matriarchs of my family have moved on and I in turn realize that now that role is not only in my sisters hands but mine as well.
Today was difficult but I pray shes flying free and shining bright again. Now on to the real battle to tell my sister.... fingers crossed shes having a semi stable day tomorrow.
4 years ago. May 28, 2020 at 2:53 PM
