Early morning phone calls from Dad are never good news.
My aunt Doris, Dad's older sister, the woman who taught me how to crochet when I was 10 and was watching her make a granny-square poncho for my then 2-year-old sister, died this morning. She had beaten cancer some 15 years ago, and it recurred earlier in the year. Her husband, Kurt, died a bit more than 3 years ago. They had been married for 62 years, and she really missed him. Not long before her cancer recurred she moved into an assisted living community, mostly because she didn't like living alone. Then when her cancer recurred she opted not to treat it. She had just lost the will to live and let it take its course. Apparently she had been doing okay until sometime yesterday, when she started heading south.
I'm gonna get through today and trick-or-treating, then I'll call Dad to find out more about what's happening back home. He's gonna be flying back this Sunday, with the funeral scheduled for Wednesday. I need to figure out if and when I can go back for this. We were the only "children" she ever had, and one of us should be there with Dad.
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