We’re trying to adjust to life without The Uncle. It comes and goes in waves. I’m sad, The Husband even more so. 55 years old, heart attack. Gone. Suddenly.
The family was able to harvest some of his organs and give life to someone that might not have been able to live without our tragedy. I hope, the transplants took and I hope their families are as grateful and happy as we are heartbroken. That is life. Ups. Downs. It doesn’t always happen the way we think it should, but it happens the way it’s suppose to.
We spent time with The Aunt. Valium induced calmness. Waves of tears whenever someone new showed up to share her grief. There are so many people around. I wonder what it will be like for her when this storm passes and the quietness of solitude loudly ringing in her ears. In a week, when the last family member retreats back into routine, she’ll be home, alone. What will those days and especially nights be like. She doesn’t have a job to go back to. No normal routine to take comfort in, since her normal was to be with her also retired husband. She’s never lived alone. Quiet. Thoughts. Grief. Tears. Anger. Dying so soon was not the deal, but it is now.
Which way will life turn?
Make the best of this life.