This post is a more somber one than usual.
Aunt Angela was married to our Uncle Maurice. When he passed away 11 years ago, I wrote a blog post about him—about the kind, gentle man we all loved, and the loss we felt.
https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/preview/3787687663741365658/8473566903157009863
Over the past few weeks, Angela’s health began to decline. I went to visit her, knowing things weren’t looking good.
As she lay in bed, she looked at me and said quietly,
“You know I’m dying?”
I was taken aback. I mean—how do you answer that? What do you say when someone looks at you with that kind of clarity?
But I didn’t have to answer. She went on,
“But I’m happy. It means I’ll soon see Maurice again.”
And in that moment, I heard the saddest—and most beautiful—thing I’ve ever heard.
Today, Aunt Angela passed away peacefully.
Of course, it’s a deeply sad time for all of us, especially her daughter. But there is a kind of comfort, a quiet joy, in knowing she truly believed she would be reunited with the love of her life.
And now she is.
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