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I’m Dying, My Darling
An Aunt’s Example and No Regrets
“I love you, my darling,” my aunt would always say.
I miss that.
She passed in her mid-eighties a few years ago, yet I can still hear her voice in my mind’s memory.
I’m pretty sure she died with no regrets. Even up to the week before her death, she gave thanks for her life. She loved to reflect on and appreciate memories of family times gone by.
And she sang the praises of her husband, who was her caregiver as she lived out her last months in a chair in their living room.
The week before she passed was the last time I spoke with her when she ‘matter-of-factally’ said, “Oh, I’m dying, my darling.”
It was so casual and with such ease.
I feel like she exemplified for me that a life well-lived can make for a death well-deserved.
No Regrets
I just said to a friend today that I will die with no regrets regarding loved ones, for sure, as I leave no stone unturned.
A case in point: With some serious health issues in the family, this past week I spent umpteen hours researching and phone calling and texting and emailing and updating relatives and finding backup facilities for one loved one while…
