DarthRetard
02-18-2008, 07:32 PM
I've had a rough last week. I lost my job, lost a close friend, and then this happened, all within a week of each other:
Last thursday, February 14, 2008, I lost a dear relative to me. My Aunt Carol, died of pneumonia in a hospital in Nashville, TN. She and I were as close as a mother and a son, because she was not physically able to have children. So, instead of adopting, she chose to focus on her nieces and nephews, I being one of the oldest, and her adoring my mother, she raised me in my mother's time of need.
Friday when we arrived to the house and everything, most of the environment seemed normal. It hadn't quite sunk in for me yet, that I'd never see her again. I'd never hear her laugh, cry, anything. Her husband Carl, whose sense of humor is nearly parallel to mine, had us laughing most of the day, and I dont know if it's quite sunk in yet for him.
Saturday was the funeral, and I figured by all accounts that even though I was upset over this, that my father would be needing me there for emotional support. She was, after all, his oldest sister, and one of his closest relatives and friends. I will maintain to this day that I haver never liked open casket viewings, never have, never will.
I walked in, thinking I was completely prepared for what was going to happen. I wasn't even close. I've never cried that hard in my life. IN fact, I was broken up to the point where I couldn't breathe, and I hyperventilated right there in the viewing area.
I hope everyody's weekend was a little better than mine, and God Bless my Aunt Carol, may she rest in peace.
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Last thursday, February 14, 2008, I lost a dear relative to me. My Aunt Carol, died of pneumonia in a hospital in Nashville, TN. She and I were as close as a mother and a son, because she was not physically able to have children. So, instead of adopting, she chose to focus on her nieces and nephews, I being one of the oldest, and her adoring my mother, she raised me in my mother's time of need.
Friday when we arrived to the house and everything, most of the environment seemed normal. It hadn't quite sunk in for me yet, that I'd never see her again. I'd never hear her laugh, cry, anything. Her husband Carl, whose sense of humor is nearly parallel to mine, had us laughing most of the day, and I dont know if it's quite sunk in yet for him.
Saturday was the funeral, and I figured by all accounts that even though I was upset over this, that my father would be needing me there for emotional support. She was, after all, his oldest sister, and one of his closest relatives and friends. I will maintain to this day that I haver never liked open casket viewings, never have, never will.
I walked in, thinking I was completely prepared for what was going to happen. I wasn't even close. I've never cried that hard in my life. IN fact, I was broken up to the point where I couldn't breathe, and I hyperventilated right there in the viewing area.
I hope everyody's weekend was a little better than mine, and God Bless my Aunt Carol, may she rest in peace.
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