A human life is a story told by God. ~ Hans Christian Andersen
Dahey's Aunt Gracie's story ended yesterday. She was 90 years old.
Aunt Gracie was a sweet lady who welcomed me to the family a dozen years ago when I first met her at her son's house. It was like she knew me my whole life. She and Uncle Ralph were very sweet when we visited them down the street from where my cousins lived. We did not know that they lived about half a mile away from them.
Uncle Ralph died almost four years ago, and she started going downhill. After a while, Aunt Gracie couldn't live alone, and she got too bad for family to take care of her. She spent the last years of her life slowly slipping away.
While it was sad, she was comfortable and with family at the end. Since one child is a physician, and her daughter-in-laws are very good nurses, we knew she was well cared for. We may be sad, but we rejoice in the life that was hers, and was shared with us all: children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and even in-laws like me.
1 comment:
Sorry for your loss; she sounds like she'd have been an asset to any family. May her matter spin in space for eternity.
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