My aunt passed away two days ago. Ending her suffering from cancer in the past few months. She’s always positive, tells jokes and gets things done fast. Cancer took them all… Seeing her in the past few weeks, I kept asking myself “God, what’s the point of these suffers?”. Why don’t we just live a healthy life and when the time comes, just… finish?
Until she passed away. Until what’s left is my memory of her, not just her last days but those jokes she told when I was a kid. Until I remember how everyones in our family loved her, visited her everyday in the past months. Until it reminds me that the time left to be with the ones we love can only be shorter as time passes.
I’m not sure if that is the points. But now it’s all over. We miss you. Rest in peace, my aunt.