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By Gedvondur (Fri Feb 01, 2019 at 05:36:52 PM EST) death (all tags)
Yesterday I lost my aunt Rosie. She died in the hospital, the victim of a misplaced feeding tube. She had been pulling through until they ran the tube into her lung instead of her stomach.  


 This breaks the seal on my mother’s side of the family. My mother has seven brothers and sisters, all with spouses. Until yesterday, they were all still around. Getting much older and more infirm, but around. One of my greatest fears in moving to the desert was that my aunts and uncles would die while I was away from home. It’s coming true and I hate it.

Dear, sweet Rosie always had time for me and my wife, always kind and caring. She worked in the office of the high school I attended. She always had a smile for her dorky nephew, years younger than the youngest of her children. Her smile, her manner, always caring, always nice. She was one of the people it was a joy to see and talk with.

The fall before we moved she had given me some crocks, big stone crocks. We wanted to do some sauerkraut. They turned out to be antiques, from her grandparents. None of her children wanted them. Redwing and before, the smaller one was from the 1880s, still not chipped and flawless. Actually worth some money. They came over and watched while we pounded raw cabbage and salt into a frothy, liquid-y mess weighted the cabbage and covered them for fermentation. It was a lovely afternoon with them and friends.

She was my oldest uncle’s wife. He’s devastated and I honestly don’t expect him to live more than a year. This is what happens, especially when the wife dies first. The other follows. You can see it written on headstones. “Wife, 1917-1984” “Husband, 1915-1985” They tend to follow each other. I don’t want it to be so, but it is.

So I’m going back home. There’s more going on at home that I’m not ready to talk about, but none of it is good. I’m skipping a business trip I had planned to Monaco, because this takes precedence. I don’t mind that, there will be other trips to Europe.

I’m going to see my aunts and uncles. Probably going to see first cousins I haven’t seen, some in decades. Everyone will be older, greyer, more frail. But I will see them.

And say goodbye to Rosie.
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Rosie | 10 comments (10 topical, 0 hidden)
Man... by ana (4.00 / 1) #1 Fri Feb 01, 2019 at 07:39:35 PM EST
So sorry for your loss, and for the old ones who have to live with it. 

Or get rabies. Also don't do that. --scrymarch

Damn. by ObviousTroll (4.00 / 1) #2 Fri Feb 01, 2019 at 10:03:37 PM EST
I'm so sorry for your loss. 

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RIP by TheophileEscargot (4.00 / 1) #3 Sat Feb 02, 2019 at 12:24:40 AM EST
Sorry to hear that.
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It is unlikely that the good of a snail should reside in its shell: so is it likely that the good of a man should?
*hugs* by me0w (4.00 / 1) #4 Sat Feb 02, 2019 at 08:04:58 AM EST
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry by iGrrrl (4.00 / 1) #5 Sat Feb 02, 2019 at 09:56:20 AM EST
Save travels.

"Beautiful wine, talking of scattered everythings"
(and thanks to Scrymarch)

Very sorry :-( by ucblockhead (4.00 / 1) #6 Sat Feb 02, 2019 at 10:45:48 AM EST
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I'm so sorry to hear it by clock (4.00 / 1) #7 Sat Feb 02, 2019 at 04:22:42 PM EST
Peace to you and yours.


I agree with clock entirely --Kellnerin

:( by gzt (4.00 / 1) #8 Sat Feb 02, 2019 at 08:27:25 PM EST


So sorry by ambrosen (4.00 / 1) #9 Mon Feb 04, 2019 at 03:01:35 AM EST
Very sad to hear the reason, too.

I'm sorry for your loss by StackyMcRacky (4.00 / 1) #10 Tue Feb 05, 2019 at 09:01:51 AM EST
it really is the worst.

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