I'm really getting tired of this...
WHAT THE HECK IS IT WITH 2007! WHY WHY IS EVERYONE I KNOW DYING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!
Everyone better knock it the heck off. I'm sick of feeling like the fucking grim reaper with death and destruction following me wherever I go.
Aunt Kay passed away this morning. On the one hand, I'm happy that her long battle with Alzheimers is finally over. I know it was frustrating for her when she knew she had cognitive deficits and couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad she doesn't have to suffer anymore. But on the other hand, it's always sad to lose a family member.
I also feel a little guilty for not going to visit her much. Not that she had any idea who I was. And I know she was receiving the best of care at the nursing home.. But still, I feel like I should have gone more.
I have no idea when the funeral is going to be.. I think my Dad said the earliest would be Monday or Tuesday.. he wants to give people who want to come in from out of town enough time to get here. When my Grandma died at the beginning of the year, it was kind of like people just wanted to get it done as quickly as possible.. and I'll admit that I wanted to get it over with before the semester started... but now at this point.. since it's going to interrupt my schedule anyway, I guess it doesn't really matter when we have the funeral.
It's just kind of funny.. because I was just thinking about Aunt Kay the other day, and some of the memories of her that stick out most in my mind. I remember going shopping with her and my mom for my First Communion Dress. It was quite a project.. but eventually at one of the department stores we found a dress, and we just prayed that I wouldn't grow anymore between whenever it was we bought it and May.
I also remember shortly after Jacobs Field was built, she took all us cousins down there to have lunch one day in the clubhouse, and then go look around in the Indians Team Shop.
Finally, and the most random memory I have of her centers around Christmas socks. She always had the most outrageous, brightly colored, Christmas socks complete with bows, bells, fuzzy bobbles and what not. And pretty much every Christmas I could count on receiving a pair of similar, outrageously colored jingle-ey Christmas socks.
Kay was a funny lady. She had a wicked sense of humor, and she liked to do for others.
*sigh* What a great start to the weekend eh?
Everyone better knock it the heck off. I'm sick of feeling like the fucking grim reaper with death and destruction following me wherever I go.
Aunt Kay passed away this morning. On the one hand, I'm happy that her long battle with Alzheimers is finally over. I know it was frustrating for her when she knew she had cognitive deficits and couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad she doesn't have to suffer anymore. But on the other hand, it's always sad to lose a family member.
I also feel a little guilty for not going to visit her much. Not that she had any idea who I was. And I know she was receiving the best of care at the nursing home.. But still, I feel like I should have gone more.
I have no idea when the funeral is going to be.. I think my Dad said the earliest would be Monday or Tuesday.. he wants to give people who want to come in from out of town enough time to get here. When my Grandma died at the beginning of the year, it was kind of like people just wanted to get it done as quickly as possible.. and I'll admit that I wanted to get it over with before the semester started... but now at this point.. since it's going to interrupt my schedule anyway, I guess it doesn't really matter when we have the funeral.
It's just kind of funny.. because I was just thinking about Aunt Kay the other day, and some of the memories of her that stick out most in my mind. I remember going shopping with her and my mom for my First Communion Dress. It was quite a project.. but eventually at one of the department stores we found a dress, and we just prayed that I wouldn't grow anymore between whenever it was we bought it and May.
I also remember shortly after Jacobs Field was built, she took all us cousins down there to have lunch one day in the clubhouse, and then go look around in the Indians Team Shop.
Finally, and the most random memory I have of her centers around Christmas socks. She always had the most outrageous, brightly colored, Christmas socks complete with bows, bells, fuzzy bobbles and what not. And pretty much every Christmas I could count on receiving a pair of similar, outrageously colored jingle-ey Christmas socks.
Kay was a funny lady. She had a wicked sense of humor, and she liked to do for others.
*sigh* What a great start to the weekend eh?