I have lots of memories of Aunty through out life span, but the one that stands out most to me is this. Aunt Lillian was the last of my mother's siblings to see her alive. She was on a cruise that stopped over in Vancouver, she called ahead for us to pick her up. We drove down to get her and took her to the hospital, as she had requested.
Aunty spent the time sitting at my Mother's bedside until it was time for her to board the ship to depart. My mother passed a couple days later.
I remember the conversations we had while in transit. Her words of encouragement, and her just holding me. For you see, my husband was dying too, and caring for both my mother and my husband was very hard in every way.
Thank you for that conversation Aunty, and thank you for just making space for me to acknowledge that l am not super woman, and to take the cape off for a bit. That I matter too.
Walk good Aunty. You're gone but not forgotten. Sleep well and RIP.