|Aunt Iris, daddy and Uncle J|
In recent years, Aunt Mary developed ovarian cancer. She lost her beautiful white hair and wears lovely hats that coordinate with her cane, which she uses because of the intense pain in her hip. At 84, she still drives; a frightening thing to witness. On Tuesday morning, July 5, she had gotten in her car to drive herself someplace, sending her 91 year old husband into the house out of the oppressive heat. An hour later, he happened to look out the kitchen window and he spied her sitting in the car struggling to open the door. No one is sure if she ever left the yard or not. Her keys were in her lap; her things on the seat beside her. She had suffered a massive stroke.
I talked with my Uncle J on the phone today to ask him how my aunt is doing. His voice was thick with tears as he said: "She can't move her whole right side. She can't speak and you know, Mary always has something she wants to say and it just hurts me to think she can't say what she wants to say. I've been thinking about the ten of us and when Mary goes, I'll be all that's left. Who will I call? I always call Mary when I can't remember how a thing goes or who somebody is."