My aunt passes away

"My mother elder sister died. I am not making small talk this time it's a sad reality".

Upon entering our humble abode I heard a female voice crying. I immediately concluded it is my mom. After all, who else it can be when there are only two females in this house. This time my imagination is running wild. I was standing at the door in a daze. I was in this thought, did my mom suddenly inherit wealth from her unknown rich relative? That is why she is crying with joy! Nah, I told myself, her whimper seems to be tragic. Mardin you better wake up and stop dreaming. This is the effect of visiting a rich friend.

I hurriedly walk to the living room and saw my mom crying her heart out. This is the first time I saw my mom so grief-stricken. She seems not aware that I was home. I ask her in my worried voice, mom why are you crying? She replied in her dreadful voice, Oh sweetie your Aunt Marly died! I was stunned when I heard this. My aunt Marly is fourteen years older than my mom. She is the oldest among four siblings of three girls and one. boy. My mom is the youngest. I have another aunt name Marlina. She is next to aunt Marly then my uncle Marty.

My mom and my aunt have a mother-and-child kind of relationship. My grandmother died after the birth of my mom. Since my aunt is the eldest child. she acted as a mother to my mom. She grows up with my aunt Marly's love. For my mom, aunt Marly is her mother. I can't comprehend how hard to lose someone you love but if one of my parents is gone. I am sure my heart died with them.

According to my mom, she received a telephone call from the main island. It was uncle Georgio. He is the husband of aunt Marly. He informed my mom of the sudden death of my aunt Marly. She died of cardiac arrest. I hug my mom and comforted her and tell her, Aunt Mary did not suffer before her demise. She died peacefully. Maybe it's her time to rest came. Then I heard my mom say but she is only 56 years old. Then she sobbed more with her sorrow cries. I keep hugging her to soothe her and give her a soft tap on her back. I know crying our grief is our way of expressing the feeling of anguish and it can be good.

After some time my mom feels better and she stops crying. I can see some puffiness in her eyes but I am glad she seems ok. She starts to plan to attend the funeral. The funeral is in this week. To be exact it is this Sunday. My mom calls my dad and informed him of the situation and ask him if he can request a one-week vacation starting tomorrow or Wednesday. My dad says he will ask tomorrow since the human resources office is closed now. He just left the building he explained. Ok then and see you at home, will make dinner now, mom replied.

As a teenager I always think that my parents are indispensable. This way of thinking died with my aunt Marly. Now I have a small worries that one day I may lose my parents to diseases, accidents and other unknown reason. I can't imagine what will be life without them. I know my mental state at the moment is depressing. I hope I can shake this thought away soon.