Around 1:00pm on Tuesday,
I watched my aunt slip away, with sixteen of her family members around her hospital bed, one of her sisters, son and daughter holding her hands and arm the entire time. She had ovarian cancer. But we only knew about it for a couple of weeks, though the doctors said she most likely had it for around two years....
She said she was ready to go, and got to have her granddaughter baptised in the catholic faith in her hospital room two days prior, which is what she wanted the most. Since the first day she was admitted into the hospital, my large family refused to leave her side. Cramming nearly 30 people into her room to be with her, everyday, for hours on end, sometimes nearly for 24 hours. One of her sisters stayed with her the entire time, overnight, living with her in the hospital room.
I was scared to be in the room when they told me it was her time to go, and they were going to turn the machines off, but I wanted to be there next to my aunt. I'll never get the image of my grandmothers tears or my cousins sobs out of my head, but I do not regret anything. I'm bitter, angry, hurt, but I know there's nothing I could have done for her except love her as much as possible, which I did. I kissed her, hugged her, told her I loved her, and held her hand every moment I could get.
I can't beleive how lucky I am to have a family full of so much love. I just wish that it wasn't one member short.
I love you Aunt Jojo.
I will miss you so much.
For people who didn't know her, to know she once lived. The least I can do for her.
