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Death and Dying.

Talking about death is generally not easy.  My ex’s aunt is dying.  Apparently she’s been dying for 5 years and no one, including herself, knew.  At the beginning of November she was diagnosed with Stage 4 Cancer… don’t ask what kind.  Because I don’t know.  I’m guessing lung cancer (this is a good time for me to seriously consider quitting smoking, and although I don’t smoke much, it’s still a good idea).  Anyway, the first time I saw Aunt D when she first became ill, she was weak and sleeping all the time.  The next time she couldn’t walk in a straight line.  I made sure (or someone made sure) to walk with her if she got up from her recliner because she would turn left without knowing it and keep walking towards the left.  Between the left-faces and weakness, she was surely gonna faceplant into a wall or the floor.  The next time I saw Aunt D she was in the hospital.  She had lost most of her hair.  She was so very thin.  Aunt D was mostly alert and interacted with others.  The next time I saw Aunt D she had been moved to the hospice care unit. She was awake sometimes, but sleeping most of the time.  She didn’t want anything to eat and she kept trying to take her oxygen mask off.  She didn’t talk much, but she enjoyed having people hold her hand and read to her from her Bible.  Today was probably my last visit with Aunt D.  She slept the entire time.  I could sense her breaths becoming further and further apart.

When a loved one is dying, I can’t help but remember the good times.  Isn’t that what death is about in some ways? Reflection?  I remember Aunt D’s long, flowing hair.  Her bright smile and cute laugh.  She loves(d?) to cross stitch various things and was always doing something crafty.  While she could be bossy, she enjoyed the company of others.  (I can’t figure out if I’m supposed to use past or present tense…)

Every time my phone rings from either my ex or one of his family members calling, I have a mini anxiety attack… You know that tingly feeling that starts at the top of your chest and plummets to your stomach?  That.  There’s really no reason to fear death because it’s natural.  And I don’t fear death because I have been saved through grace…  Still, it’s sad and hard and not easy to hear that someone you love is no longer here…

I feel like I have no train of thought…

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Family Feud.

I started writing and completely got off topic, so I am now starting over.

Over the weekend I did a lot of thinking about why people do the things they do to their families.  Here’s a summary of the situation regarding my bf’s family:

Bf’s Aunt D was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer a little over a week ago.  Aunt D has two kids and three siblings, one full sibling and two half siblings.  Aunt D’s son has visited his mom once in the past 3 years, and that was to get money from her.  Aunt D’s half siblings did nothing to help her during her messy divorce.  Aunt D’s half brother has smoked himself stupid (def no disrespect here – he’s an awesome guy…just has no clue).  Aunt D’s half sister is the snobby, I’m-too-good-for-you type.  Aunt D’s full brother and his wife (bf’s parents) took Aunt D in during her divorce and she has lived there since that time.  She considers that her home.  The house happens to be a small, older trailer that sits at the bottom of a hill on her dad’s property.  When Aunt D was diagnosed with cancer, Aunt D’s kids got a lawyer to draw up papers to have Aunt D sign.  I’m guessing (but don’t know for sure) that the papers might have to do with power of attorney and perhaps inheritance.  That was their FIRST act.  Snobby and her husband took Aunt D from her home because “she can’t live in a place like this”.  ‘This’ being a trailer.  Granted, there was a mold issue in the trailer, but that was more Aunt D’s doing than anyone’s (she’s a bit of a hoarder and refused to clean her room – ever.  When they realized mold was growing, they cleaned everything and tried to get Aunt D to do the same, but she wouldn’t.  Now that Aunt D is gone they were able to empty her room [which held about the same amount of stuff I have in an apartment] and deep clean it with bleach.  No more mold issue.).  Aunt D’s daughter came and got her car over the weekend.

I don’t understand Aunt D’s kids or Snobby.  They decided a long time ago to basically write her off unless she presented some kind of advantage to them.  Her kids want her money.  Snobby wants to be the long-suffering saint.  Snobby is being all “woe is me” every chance she gets.  Aunt D was perfectly happy where she was.  There’s so much to this and I really don’t have time to put the entire story down…  I have just been completely flabbergasted (such a great word) at the actions of Aunt D’s family.  Bf’s parents have been so crushed by everything…  Snobby is screening Aunt D’s calls and won’t answer when bf’s parents call.  Snobby is blocking bf’s parents on fb.  Really?  Bf’s parents have been there for Aunt D like no one else in that family.  Snobby refuses to drive Aunt D to see her dad.  A feud has brewed for years.  That whole thing has just blown up and spewed everywhere.

Question: has Snobby or the kids even asked Aunt D what she wants?

Unfortunately the next time bf’s parents, Aunt D’s dad, bf, bf’s sister, etc. will see Aunt D will be at her funeral.  That makes me very sad for this family…  Bf’s parents have sorted through all of Aunt D’s belongings.  They have set aside things that they know she especially loves and would like to have. They’re hoping that Snobby and the kids will actually let Aunt D have them nearby.

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