Oh well fuck. Just got an email from my mom. My aunt, dad's sister, was admitted to the hospital and her ovarian cancer has spread to her entire system. She doesn't have a lot of time.
I'm not really sure how to process this. I haven't seen her in a number of years, but she was my cool aunt when I was little and she's a neat person. She and Dad were never good about keeping in touch. I was under the impression that she'd been in remission for a while, and the biggest worry was her heart, which she had surgery on a couple years back. I .... I don't know if I should go up there, or just send a card, or even if a call would be in order. Or if she can even take calls. Because my father doesn't ask these questions.
I'm really sorry, sarameg.
Oh no, I'm sorry, sarameg.
Oh crap, sarameg. I'm sorry. My condolences to Mark and his family.
Oh no, Sara. I think a call is not a bad idea -- if she can't take it, she can still know you called.
Yeah, I have to get the number. It's kinda sad that I've lived on the same coast with her for the past 13 years, and I don't have her number (I used to, spent thanksgiving with her when I'd first moved up here, but it's long lost.)
I'm so sorry, sarameg. If you want to call her, go ahead. Even if she can't talk, or talk for very long, I'm sure she would appreciate it.
July should stop messing with the buffistas.
I am relieved to have a full freezer of I-feel-too-crappy-to-cook food from TJs (thanks Hec!), just in case.
Tell you what, makes me very grateful for my close relationship with my brother.
