After a relatively short battle (5 weeks) My great Aunt died this am at 02:30. Of course she'd been ill much longer, losing weight, but she hated visiting doctors, and never wanted to make a fuss. I saw her on Tuesday, and felt embarrased to stand at her bed as she looked so bad after what the cancer had done to her, reduced her to someone I hardly recognised. What happened to that glamorous woman of not so many years ago, immaculate in every way? Her last words to me a couple of weeks ago were "Well looks like I'm buggered don't it!" No self pity (unlike me) at all. Its awful to say we were all relieved when she did go, even her husband of 50 odd years was glad too.
Every week, tuesdays and fridays like clockwork, she and my uncle went to the local workingmans club for her couple of gin and tonics (or 5!), they're holding the funeral reception there next friday. I'll be sure to have 3 or 4 in her memory, along with the family .
Rest in Peace Beryl.
Scott