My Aunt Helen passed away this morning.
She wasn’t terribly old or sick, she had broken her ankle on Monday and had two blood clots travel into her lungs. I woke up to the news today.
We all know that everyone dies eventually, but sometimes it is unexpected, and those are the ones that are the hardest to deal with.
I hadn’t seen her in two years, not since the last family reunion I attended before we moved out east, but my memories of her are all the same whether I’m thinking of her two years ago or twenty. The same inviting smile, the same bubbling and laughing personality. She was the first of my relatives to give me a big warm hug on news of my pregnancy with my oldest and she threw me a baby shower at her house with all the ladies from my mom’s side of the family. I have great memories of her. Absolutely great.
As shocked as I am with the news, I *know* how the family will rally together. Part of me really wishes I could be there with everyone in Fergus this weekend as they lay her to rest, but I will be with them in spirit.
Fare thee well, Aunt Helen. Look in on us from time to time. Hug my Nana for me.