It's been a month...
So it's been about a month or so and I'm only now able to really even think about it without completely breaking down. On May 5th, my aunt died. Now for those of you who know, I've got a fuckton big family. My grandfather had 8 sibling survive into adulthood which means I have a fuckton of aunts. This was not one of them.
This was my dad's baby sister. Yeah, she was only 50, she'd be 51 later this year. She was the same age as my mom. You see why I'm having such a hard time with this? She wasn't supposed to die yet. I mean, my grandparents were moving into her apartment complex so they could be closer and she could help them out. Yeah, they are now two apartments away from where she used to live. They had to move that monday after she died. We helped them pack and all of us would look around occasionally and think "Where's Diana?" She was always there. This is fucking stupid. She wasn't supposed to die. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Diabetic ketoacidosis. She came down with what she thought was a cold on Sunday, and was in a coma by Wednesday. Thursday my grandparents decided to stop the medication, which was the only thing keeping her alive. The doctors said there was no chance she'd come back. She was on the highest dosage they could give her to keep her blood pressure up and when they stopped it...
I mean, she was only 50 for christ's sake! She was the baby of the family, and I mean, last time I saw her, she was just fine. But what really kills me is that I was up in Dallas the weekend before. That Sunday she came down with the cold? I was heading back to Corpus. And I was thinking the whole time I ought to go see her and my grandparents. Why the hell didn't I?
At the funeral service everyone kept saying that she was the favorite aunt, and it's true. On either side of my family, she was my favorite.
This was my dad's baby sister. Yeah, she was only 50, she'd be 51 later this year. She was the same age as my mom. You see why I'm having such a hard time with this? She wasn't supposed to die yet. I mean, my grandparents were moving into her apartment complex so they could be closer and she could help them out. Yeah, they are now two apartments away from where she used to live. They had to move that monday after she died. We helped them pack and all of us would look around occasionally and think "Where's Diana?" She was always there. This is fucking stupid. She wasn't supposed to die. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Diabetic ketoacidosis. She came down with what she thought was a cold on Sunday, and was in a coma by Wednesday. Thursday my grandparents decided to stop the medication, which was the only thing keeping her alive. The doctors said there was no chance she'd come back. She was on the highest dosage they could give her to keep her blood pressure up and when they stopped it...
I mean, she was only 50 for christ's sake! She was the baby of the family, and I mean, last time I saw her, she was just fine. But what really kills me is that I was up in Dallas the weekend before. That Sunday she came down with the cold? I was heading back to Corpus. And I was thinking the whole time I ought to go see her and my grandparents. Why the hell didn't I?
At the funeral service everyone kept saying that she was the favorite aunt, and it's true. On either side of my family, she was my favorite.