December 16, 2015: Where the road ends.

by littlemissfuneral

I blogged about this a few days ago although I kind of tiptoed around it.

My aunt is dying.

It shouldn’t be long now.

She’s had cancer for about a year and a half. Not a good one, as if there can be a “good” cancer. We knew where the road ended. The last time I saw her was on Thanksgiving and she looked great. The next time I see her will be when I pick up her body.

I’m distancing myself. I know I am. But I just can’t bring myself to go and see her. My mom tells me that she’s just sleeping now, anyways. Eyes closed and lightly snoring. She’s comfortable, they say. I really hope they’re right.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be an actress. I was loud and crazy and always looking for attention. One day when I was maybe ten or so, my aunt pulled me close to her and made me promise that I’d follow my dream.

A few months back she made me promise that I’d take care of her body and stay with her when her time came.

I’m not going to break one of those promises.