my aunt edith died last night......only a few rooms away from where i was in the ER.
she was 96....but still full of life.
the last time i saw her it was easter.....in the nursing home where she was staying temporarlily.....we all thought it was temporary anyway.
she wanted to plan a party when she got out and have my kids over.
she only has one son and he never had children she loved my kids like her own grandkids.
she was a hairdresser.....she didn't retire until she was eighty and then only because her hands couldn't do it anymore.
she was a stickler for appearances, she was always a most elegant lady. prim and proper and graceful.
this is my maternal grandfathers sister.
my grandfather is the second to the youngest of 12.
of those twelve, my grandpa, his younger brother and one other sister are the only ones left.
from my room in the ER i heard one of the nurses say something about time of death.....and massive brain hemmorage, etc.
but i didn't find out until a few hours later that it was my aunt.
