My aunt.
The story of my Aunt and Uncle:
On December 18, 2021, my uncle passed away. We will all die; we will all fade into nothingness unless you are some sort of celebrity your legacy and your accomplishments will live on. Otherwise, we will all vanish and believe what you will, about God, the afterlife, or reincarnation but we will die.
My uncle passed away nearly a year ago after taking care of my aunt for months as she seemed to be in very rough shape. I bet my aunt is now thinking that she wished she were the first one to go but such is life and death.
My aunt was hospitalized about a month ago, since she has COPD, she has had trouble breathing. All you smokers out there cut that shit out, you will suffer in the long run.
The circle of life.
My uncle was so busy taking care of my aunt and making sure she got well that his stress level along with old age got the best of him. Soon after my aunt was out of the hospital he passed away. This is unfolding in almost the same way and as we watch it is very hard on everyone.
My aunt is my dad’s sister, they are about 10 years apart in age. This is taking a toll on my dad as he is looking after his sister while she is in the hospital. I normally do not talk about my family directly but about a year ago. I began my blog with them. If you happen to be interested or have the time, I did a few blogs about them.
So now we have all come full circle. My aunt is not doing well and despite the fact we all thought she would be here for one more Christmas, things are not looking good.
We are waiting.
As sad as this sounds, we are waiting for her to take her turn in the circle of life. She has given up; she has stopped eating and now she has stopped talking.
Laying there helplessly, soiling herself, the once proud Joan Collins look-alike in her day has given up all pride and spirit. She is unwell and there is nothing more the doctors can do.
She has a do not prolong life and do not resuscitate clause in her will and if anything goes wrong, she will not be given assistance.
My uncle said, “I do not want to live this life anymore”
No one can blame him. He lived through Covid, well sort of. The boredom of the pandemic didn’t help him. Like my aunt, my uncle was very active all the way to the end. Things ended rather quickly for him.
My aunt on the other hand is suffering. If she had a plug to pull, she would have pulled it long ago. The not eating bit for her seemed to be voluntary.
She has said it a few times already, “I do not want to live anymore”
Can we blame her? No, we cannot… We do not want to watch anyone suffer and we do not want them in pain. Her COPD cannot be helped, she is topped out on steroids and life sucks for her.
There is nothing left anymore. There is only a bit of time for goodbyes. Unless a miracle happens, my aunt will not be around much longer. So many memories of her will live on with us and we will carry those memories until it is our turn.
Zsolt Zsemba 