Ordinarily I wouldn’t write this seeing as I never really knew Aunty H when she was healthy, but my mom told me something yesterday that was so heartbreaking I cried.
You see Aunty H died about 2 years ago of lung cancer. She was one of my mom’s closest friends and business associates.
I never knew her healthy because she started her long and drawn out battle with cancer a few months after we arrived in Canada. Thank God she had her family to support her throughout the ordeal. I never saw a man love a woman as much as Aunty H’s husband did her. Uncle B not only satisfied all her needs… he anticipated them. It was so hard seeing him try to remain strong even as her condition deteriorated week after week and the life slowly ebbed out of her.
My mom cried every time she went to visit.
Aunty H’s spirit was so strong… I mean she lost almost 60 pounds but still believed she’d get better. She couldn’t even breathe on her own and was plugged into an oxygen machine but never gave up hope.
She had two children Lisa and James. James is a big hockey fanatic, so as long as there is ice and a hockey puck, he’s happy. Lisa’s about my age. When her mom was alive, they used to argue all the time cos Lisa was into clothes and boys and more clothes and more boys. Lisa is a daddy’s girl so the only reprimands she ever got were from her very strong willed no-nonsense Jamaican mother.
What made me cry last night was when my mom told me about Aunty H’s burial. Apparently, Lisa had been in shock. She never made a sound but tears kept streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe her mom was dead… her strong willed mother… her no-nonsense mother…
She wouldn’t let them take Aunty H away… she kept putting makeup on her mother. First she’d put on lipgloss, then she’d wipe it off and put on lipstick. Then she’d put on eyeshadow, then eyeliner… then clean it all off and put on mascara. Then she’d put blush on her Aunty H… She wanted her mom to look pretty…
All the while tears were streaming down Lisa’s face
………………….. and mine as my mom told me the heart-wrenching story
RIP Aunty H… I hope you’re in a better place.