Aunt Pat
So, my dad's younger sister Pat died last week. He was able to go see her before she passed (small cell lung cancer, spread to brain and liver cancer... it was less than a month between diagnosis and death) and for that I am grateful. Her death was very peaceful, a grace considering most deaths by small cell lung cancer occur with the infected person literally coughing up their lungs/bronchial tubes and choking to death since they can no longer get any oxygen at all.
I never knew Pat. To be honest, I usually forgot my dad even HAD a younger sister. My only memory of her is back when the family took a vacation up to Canada to visit my mom's relatives; on the way home we stopped off at Pat's house in Seattle, WA in the middle of the night. She gave me about 30 old gorilla stuffed animals.
I was talking with my dad today about her. I never knew her. From what I hear, I think I really would have connected with her. She's similar to myself in a few key ways. I guess it's sad to know that I could have had an important and fulfilling relationship with an aunt and only found out after she died.
I never knew Pat. To be honest, I usually forgot my dad even HAD a younger sister. My only memory of her is back when the family took a vacation up to Canada to visit my mom's relatives; on the way home we stopped off at Pat's house in Seattle, WA in the middle of the night. She gave me about 30 old gorilla stuffed animals.
I was talking with my dad today about her. I never knew her. From what I hear, I think I really would have connected with her. She's similar to myself in a few key ways. I guess it's sad to know that I could have had an important and fulfilling relationship with an aunt and only found out after she died.