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A month ago we got a phone call to say my great aunt was in the hospital, she wouldn't make it through the night, but she wanted to see us. We raced the nearly four hour drive to visit her. She perked right up seeing us. She was so alert and clever. She needed sleep though so with sad hearts we said goodnight and that we'd have a tea party once she got better and was home again. We knew that tea party would never happen. Her sons thanked us for coming, we'd made a huge difference. She knew that our dad was coming to see her in the morning, he can't drive at night anymore. We cried because he most likely wouldn't make it in time. But she held on. The next morning she was waiting for him. Full of smiles and stories of times when he was little, times spent with his mother when they were both little girls.
A week later the doctors were flumuxed. She was still alive. No life support, nothing, she was doing it on her own. She was happy. Nobody thought that a visit from people could have rejuvinated her that much, but it did. They couldn't let her go home, but she didn't need to be in the hospital. She was moved to a special wing where she could be looked after still, but have some freedom.
Two nights ago my dad called me. She had slipped into a coma during the day and was bleeding internally. She wouldn't make it through the night. The weather was awful so we couldn't go see her, but we had our time, she got an extra month to see her family, to smile and laugh. We've heard nothing since that night, nothing to say either way.
This morning I woke up crying quietly. I'd had the most beautiful and sad dream. I was staying with my Aunt Jean for a few days. We had fun, laughing and playing cards and going for walks to watch the boats on the lake. On the last day she came out and told me she had to go now because my grandmother had a bloody mary waiting for her and you can't keep her waiting.
For all that it's sad to lose a loved one, I'm glad that her time is here. She was the last of four siblings left alive. The last of her generation. She confided in my mum once that she was lonely, she missed the others. And I know, just like in my dream, my grandmother, her older sister, is waiting for her with a bloody mary.
A week later the doctors were flumuxed. She was still alive. No life support, nothing, she was doing it on her own. She was happy. Nobody thought that a visit from people could have rejuvinated her that much, but it did. They couldn't let her go home, but she didn't need to be in the hospital. She was moved to a special wing where she could be looked after still, but have some freedom.
Two nights ago my dad called me. She had slipped into a coma during the day and was bleeding internally. She wouldn't make it through the night. The weather was awful so we couldn't go see her, but we had our time, she got an extra month to see her family, to smile and laugh. We've heard nothing since that night, nothing to say either way.
This morning I woke up crying quietly. I'd had the most beautiful and sad dream. I was staying with my Aunt Jean for a few days. We had fun, laughing and playing cards and going for walks to watch the boats on the lake. On the last day she came out and told me she had to go now because my grandmother had a bloody mary waiting for her and you can't keep her waiting.
For all that it's sad to lose a loved one, I'm glad that her time is here. She was the last of four siblings left alive. The last of her generation. She confided in my mum once that she was lonely, she missed the others. And I know, just like in my dream, my grandmother, her older sister, is waiting for her with a bloody mary.
about your aunt and I believe that she was saying good bye to you all hugs to all your family, I am glad you got to spend your time with each other
