My aunt died this morning, one week after her 70th birthday. It was sudden, yet not surprising.
I’d be lying if I said we were close. She lived her life in such a way I couldn’t be part of it, nor could most of her family. The courts kept her away from her grandchildren. Her only child, my cousin Jenna, died four years ago of an overdose. Her oldest grandchild, Jen’s little girl, died 14 years ago in a car accident.
Yet all lives matter. There are some good memories, and I choose to keep those close. More importantly, she was my mom’s sister, and there is a bond there that cannot be broken. My mom is mourning her loss, and therefore, I am, too.
It’s funny how we swing to the good when someone dies. We want to remember them as their best selves. I pray she is able to be that person now.
Rest in peace, Mary Carol. Say hi to Jenna and Zoë for us.