Yesterday was also the day I watched my Great Aunty Sarah take her last few breaths...She had been battling a serious lung infection for nearly three weeks in the hospital now, and the doctors confirmed that even their strongest antibiotic was not killing it. During this time, we watched a dramatic shift in her health from being a vibrant, strong 86 year-old, to a weak, frail woman who could no longer breathe or eat on her own.
My family forewarned me about visiting her. "Why do you want to see her?" my husband asked concerned. "Annette, trust me. Do you really want to see her struggling? Do you really want the image you see in the hospital to be your last full memory of her?"
I didn't care. I had to see her.
I had seen my aunt in the hospital last Friday, and then, just then, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope that she'd be able to pull through this after all. Now, from all reports, she was not the same woman.
"Annette, honey. You don't want to see her now," my mom cautioned. "She can't speak to you. She already knows that you love her. Please don't go."
I still didn't care. I went. I went to say my last goodbyes. I went to say "I love you" one more time. I went to give her one last kiss on the cheek. I went, and although my heart sunk to know this was officially the end, I arrived, not to see her struggling, but to see a woman falling into a deep, permanent, peaceful slumber. They gave her a Morphine shot and was about to administer her another to slow her pulse, slow her breathing, and transition her exit from this life.
It was a hard decision to make, but I'm glad I did. No regrets....only loving thoughts and memories of my great aunt who was like a grandmother to me in so many ways.
|Today I celebrate the life of my wonderful Aunty Sarah.|