Death and Taxes.

The saying is that there is nothing sure in life except death and taxes. Taxes, I'm not so sure about, but death... yes.

Freakishly, on Sunday I heard that my aunt has leukemia. Then came a blow today... my mother says that it's possible that she only has days to live. This time, it's my real real auntie... as I used to call her when I was younger, to differentiate between the throngs of friends my mother had that I had to call Auntie. My father's older sister, my real real aunt is sick.

My husband met her the day before our wedding, and he took to her almost immediately. A few months ago he even called her on his own, just to keep in touch. Now... she's not well. In times like this I second guess my choices, now I know I can't be there with my family. That makes it better but harder to deal with the realities at hand.

I had a difficult time accepting that she did not tell anyone that she was sick. She's known for years, apparently. But she didn't want people feeling sorry for her. I had a hard time with that, my friend (the nurse) helped to sort out the possibilities on why she came to that conclusion. I don't understand it, however I am not going through what she is going through so I'm not sure it's my job to understand it. I'm sorry that I'm not close to her daughter, my cousin, anymore. So while I am not certain about death... one thing I know for sure is that Death is Taxing!