a better place?

Rest in peace, Aunt Lizzy.

Elizabeth Burgh
1920-2008

My great aunt passed away yesterday. I've been fairly sheltered in terms of death. I've lost my grandfather. Both grandparents on my father's side and several cousins. I knew Aunt Lizzy a great deal more than any of these other people though. She was not doing so well - dementia, narcolepsy and a busted hip. It was clear she wanted to die. She quit eating and spent most of her time asleep. I feel regret because I didn't see her this last time I was in NYC. I have less than kind thoughts about her granddaughter, with whom she lived, since she basically overtook Aunt Lizzy's apartment and her social security checks. She's a drug addict and once referred to JC, as I later learned, as "a goofy looking white boy". All that aside, I wish I had just let go of the hate and gone to see Aunt Lizzy. She probably would have been asleep but it would have been nice to give her one more hug.

We just never know.

I just like to think she's with her husband somewhere. He was a baker. Maybe they're sharing some buns and coffee. She loved those.