Another holiday tainted with yet another loss of a loved one. I hope everyone's easter was ok, I hope ya hugged your loved ones. I didn't, I stayed at my moms in the basement drifting in and out of sleep as I was exhausted after the funeral for my auntie was over. And then after that I got sick. So in bed was where I stayed for a few days.
It sucks, ... the feeling of ... I don't know. It familiar though, cause I was just feeling it after my sister died in december. And now, here I was just three months later, burying my aunt next to my sisters grave. It was weird though, cause I just took a couple of steps back and I could see my cousins grave, right next to my other auntie who died a year before he did. 4 graves, in 4 years. I closed my eyes and prayed.
I was coming home for Easter weekend anyways, I needed to spend time with family, and I was determined that it wouldn't be a funeral that brought me home. Fate beat me to it. The moment I heard the news, I went home a few days earlier than I had planned.
No easter dinner this year, not for me nor my mom nor my younger sister. Every year we did, we would have a huge dinner at my moms where my aunts and their children would arrive and simply enjoy each others company. The 2-storey home would fill with screams of young ones and conversation of adults. In every square-inch there would stand someone.
But not this year. Instead, as I did in the basement, my mother stayed in her bed; exhausted from the days earlier. She needs her rest, and I pray she gets it.
