May St. Peter invite her to the "special" supper reserved mostly for the Saints entering Heaven. For what ever reason I had a coworker die, that should have been in a Hospice.
I pray that God take me quickly, or give me the opportunity to go to a Hospice.
Though i can understand the "economic" pressure's. My Aunt was placed in a "nursing home"; more for money than anything else. She was expected to live only 6 to 9 months. She hung in there for almost a year and half till her estranged daughter came for a visit.
A few months before I visited my Aunt. Of all my relatives it was hardest visit. She was in a nursing home. Just a "number". in my mind.
We both cried. Because the woman that was so responsible for what I am today, was feeling so much that she could not control. And for I wished so much for her to be able to be with the family and surroundings that meant so much for her.
She was my "Auntie Mame". It was so hard to see someone that wanted me to part in the "banquet of life", suffer so. She was the one to teach me, "birdie, birdie, in the sky; why did you do that in my eye?". Or the woman that taught me about death, through the death of her pets. Or much to my Mom's displeasure to use the word "croak", to mean death. My Mom wanted me to "elevated" in the "status" of "life". To my Aunt, life had a beginning and end.
And for me it was so hard to see her not living "life". It turned out that a daughter that she was estranged from - came for a visit after X number of years. That afternoon, my Aunt allowed herself to meet St. Peter.
God Bless you Aunt Helen. Your lessons of "life" were not lost. Your lessons of listening to my parents was not lost. And that there is good in each one of of us. May God bless you for all you gave me.
{Sorry to others here. This hit a nerve. I spoke these these words to her when she was the person I knew. In many ways this is eulogy that I would have loved to give her. But with the churches that we grew up under, only the clergy are able to give the eulogy).
"Life's a banquet...."
