Column: It’s OK to be happy
My Aunt Kathy passed away last week.
She was my mom’s cousin, so that doesn’t make her my aunt, but within a family, titles are up to interpretation and discretion. She was loving, caring, vibrant, had a true heart for service and unfair abilities in the kitchen.
We weren’t super close. In fact, other than my wedding in June, I only saw her and that part of the family at Thanksgiving when I lived in California.
When I heard she had cancer, I thought of my dad, and how his prognosis went from two years to two weeks to any day within the span of a week. I see things from different angles now, and can’t help those angles from showing up at times like these. It’s not that I’ve lost my faith, it’s just the realities of being human don’t always allow for miracles. The world changes. The doctor throws out numbers and you just scramble to find your way through this new life. Then comes the end.
