
Now my Mother and my Aunt are indelibly linked. I will forever look back on this period of my life as a time of bad news. My Mother and my Aunt were good friends and sisters-in-law, linked together first by my Father, and second, by a time when my Mother took care of my Grandmother while she too died slowly, and so unfairly, of a merciless disease called cancer.
In later years, after Mom and Dad moved to Minnesota, Mom and Aunt Joyce chatted about grandchildren and hobbies on the phone, exchanged photos, took vacations together (with the husbands of course), and maintained a close and loving relationship. My Mother was gone before we could say goodbye. My Aunt will suffer a long goodbye. Two same but different losses reminding me of the fragility and unfairness of life.
My Mother was very worried about my Aunt. She asked me to check in, be her hands, eyes, and ears from afar. Of course Mom is gone now, but this is all I can do: go by for visits with my Aunt, try to remember something interesting to chat about, make an effort to be a comfort, let her know I am listening, and remind her that Mom is waiting, along with Grandma, to greet her with arms open wide, a familiar smile, and an assurance that we will all be together again someday.