My Aunt passed away today. We just got the call. It wasn’t unexpected, as she has been unwell for quite a while. She survived a massive heart attack last month and was in a rehab facility where she seemed to be improving, but her heart was just too weak. She was one tough lady and has beaten the odds for over 40 years, being diagnosed with MS at age 30 and having a quadruple bypass at 41, the doctors told her she’d be lucky to see age 55. She basically told those doctors, “Hold my beer, and watch this!!”
I talked to her last week and she said, “Never quit fighting, Kara!” It’s a plan. I’ll fight as long as the f-bomb rolls eloquently out of my maw. She was proof that a person can have a happy and fulfilling life while living with chronic illness.
She was one of the kindest humans I’ve ever met, and had a way of lighting up a room with her presence. We’re all going to miss her, and I’m sad she’s gone. I’m looking forward to celebrating her memory with my family on Friday. If there’s one thing you should know about this part of my family, it’s that it isn’t inappropriate to laugh at a funeral, and we know how to throw a bitchen wake.
May we meet again, Aunt C.