|mumsy + auntie|
My aunt died today.
My mom found her at four in the morning, not breathing. I swear, my mom is THE strongest person I know. Nerves of steel, that one. She called hospice, made all the arrangements. They came and took my aunt's tiny little body away. She's being donated to science to study the effects of Alzheimer's.
Apparently, my dad slept through the entire fucking hoopla. When he awoke, my mom (the silly thing that she is) asked him to "go check on Han-Bin for me to see if she's still breathing." He opened the door to the bedroom to find everything packed up and gone.
What a kidder. I love her. Sick, twisted, lovely.
When I was over there last night, I said goodbye to my aunt. I touched her bony shoulder while she sucked in air through an oxygen machine. I whispered "Wheel of Fortune" to her one last time. I guess I had a premonition.
What's most distressing is the fact that I cried during Gossip Girl tonight, but not at her passing. Does that make me a horrible person? Wait... don't answer that. I'm sorry. I know better than to ask questions that I can't afford to know the answers to.
But in my defense, she's been gone a long time now.