Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and a Six Sentence Story…
They’d struggled for weeks with how to tell her; no amount of rationalization, no re-writing of pros/cons lists could ameliorate the feelings of guilt, even though they knew deep down their guilt was self-induced.
Aunt June was an amazing and accomplished woman, well acquainted with octogenarian living, whatever that means in the age of 60 is the new 40 and, as testament to such pseudo statistics, she still lived independently, a credit to her stamina, will and triumph over recent physical challenges…
These last episodes, of what had become apparent, was her failing body, left her mind in constant debate over what in the world she was going to do, how she was going to manage, as she had no children with whom she might seek refuge, no husband til death due her part.
“Hi Aunt June, it’s Derek…yes, I’m doing well, thanks for asking… listen, Jocelyn and I were wondering if we could stop over this afternoon, it’s been awhile since our last get together, you know, since you got out of the hospital…ok, that sounds good, 2 o’clock it is…see you soon.”
“Hello, favorite nephew and his lovely wife!“, hopefully, my over exuberance was not detected by my, too smart for his own britches nephew, as my rarely fails 6th sense told me this was not exactly a social call, but far be it from me not to keep up with the pretense, it was, after all a daunting and difficult task Derek and Jocelyn had undertaken.
As we chatted about the familiar things, catching up on other family members’ life events, accomplishments, celebrations, the words slowly transformed into more somber vowels, their delivery gently placed on pillows of persuasion as Derek, holding back his tears stammered, “Aunt June, I love you, we love you, but Dr. Patterson is right, it’s no longer safe for you to live here on your own and we’ve found this really great place…”