Oct 04, 2008 04:09
Life is not fair.
I remembered how suprised my aunt was when my grandmother took her husband's passing in a calm manner.
My grandmother had lived 50 years with a wonderful, committed man.
They were a team- never really realising how much they depended on each other.
She hated seeing him suffer, she seemed completely detatched whilst he was wasting away in the hospital.
When he died, her consolation was that 'he was in heaven now'
She did not shed a tear at his funeral.
I doubt that my aunt even had a doubt then that her husband would not cheat the same fate.
They had only twenty years of marriage, two kids, a company and a life together.
She takes his passing very hard, but knows he is no longer suffering.
I know my grandmother wishes she could eat her words "being a widow is the worst possible life."
Why do some get 50, and some only 20?
Some poor souls don't have the priviledge of any love or committment at all.
I might sound childish, but I'd like to think that cancer was the only thing strong enough to take my uncle and my grandfather out of this world.