Apr 14, 2008 01:25
I've been avoiding. I've really been hoping that this wouldn't have to happen.
Yesterday my Aunt Donna died of kidney cancer. The doctors had removed the kidney that had most of the mass of cancer and we thought she was getting better. However, my family is really good at strange medical happenings and, as one doctor was heard saying "I've never seen anything spread that fast." ........Fantastic.
I'm not... I'm glad Aunt Donna doesn't hurt anymore. I'm glad Uncle Hugh has her back. I want her back. I'm worried about my dad. She was his older sister, only 11 months older.
I feel like when I was younger I dealt with Death so much better. I feel like I do everything backwards, rebel years after most do, and apparently accept and understand Death when I'm a child and not understanding or accepting when I'm supposed to be an adult.
I think the big problem is I don't feel like this should have happened. With my grandparents and others, it hurt a lot, but it was what was supposed to happen. Aunt Judy? Aunt Donna? They don't feel right. I feel like Death cheated and that bothers and hurts me.
I miss you Aunt Donna.