Monday, May 25, 2020

Dad's Sister

My dad's only sister passed away tonight on Memorial Day in Vietnam. One of my half cousins who lives in Vietnam about 45 minutes away notified me via text about an hour after my aunt's passing. I'm glad I decided to record our last conversation I had with my aunt knowing it would probably be the last time. Unfortunately, she only had enough energy to say three things to me: "I haven't been able to eat," "it hurts all over," and "I just moan all day." She passed away five days later. I wish I had recorded the previous three conversations I had with her when she could say more things to me.

When my half cousin first notified me a few weeks ago, my aunt was already in bad shape, weighing at 28 kg or about 60 lbs, and they all knew she was not going to make it.

I'm glad my aunt received some things I sent her before she passed away, but it was already a little too late. I asked about a huge bruise on the left side of her face and learned that she had also recently fell. Shortly after the fall, I noticed that she got drastically worse, weaker physically and mentally. She could no longer sit up by herself and was already lying in bed like a corpse getting her diaper changed.

I'm disappointed in my dad's younger brother (particularly his wife) who were in the longest feud with my aunt. They knew her health was deteriorating but did not help, and they were living practically next door to her. It also seems that his four daughters are mean to her as well. In my aunt's last few days, they decided to take her into their home to watch her. It all seemed like a last-minute act to me.
“The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.”