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Nooooooo…
(If you read that in BroadSpectrumStudios’ Otacon voice, bonus points for you)
Poor Death He probably really didn’t have any choice in the matter. I’ve always said his job probably sucks.
I feel for Mary, but Death was right in not telling her. If she knew, she’d likely try anything to delay it, and unfortunately the universe doesn’t work that way.
My aunt had a terminal case of cancer, and finally told the family when she had about six months left. My mom spent the rest of that time by her little sister’s side, and I drove up to visit about once a month (it was what I could manage, between the cost of the six-hour drive and my work schedule; work was sympathetic, but I still had to show up if I wanted to get paid). We managed to get in one more Halloween, one more Thanksgiving, one more Christmas, with her, before she passed, pretty much at that six month point, at the end of February.
For a while, I was mad at her, for what felt like letting herself be taken away from her loved ones early; then I had a chance to talk with a pastor, and he explained that she likely felt like she had thankfully lived a full life, and was ready to go. I was told later that she’d seen what the operations and chemo did to her friends who’d undergone the standard treatment, and she wanted nothing to do with that, so she took care of her personal business and set up the paperwork at a hospice so she would be taken care of in her last months, in relative comfort and without pain. It was heartbreaking to watch, over the course of those six months, a once=strong woman wither away, but we made some memories in those last moments together, like “Thanksgiving dinner” together (her, my mom, my uncle and his wife, and me and my wife), down the road from the hospice at the local Burger King, or sneaking a rouladen into her room from her favorite German diner in the next town. Her funeral was in a packed church, as she had touched many lives in that Central Texas town, being a schoolteacher and active in the community.
I still make crass, flippant remarks about all the “save the boobies” pink stuff out there (especially in October), even tho that was what took my aunt away from us.
Wow, that is heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing your experience. I am glad that you were able to have quality time with your aunt near the end and make some memorable moments.
Discussion (13) ¬
Man, that’s rough. Tearing up just reading this.
Nooooooo…
He probably really didn’t have any choice in the matter. I’ve always said his job probably sucks.
(If you read that in BroadSpectrumStudios’ Otacon voice, bonus points for you)
Poor Death
It might be as in Dead Like Me, where interference with death is futile at best and likely brings more trouble.
My God Mathew, this is such a great strip on so many different levels.
Thank you!
I think I side with Death on this. It was his job. She got lucky that he told her and not someone else.
Poor little kid.
Damn these onions!
I feel for Mary, but Death was right in not telling her. If she knew, she’d likely try anything to delay it, and unfortunately the universe doesn’t work that way.
My aunt had a terminal case of cancer, and finally told the family when she had about six months left. My mom spent the rest of that time by her little sister’s side, and I drove up to visit about once a month (it was what I could manage, between the cost of the six-hour drive and my work schedule; work was sympathetic, but I still had to show up if I wanted to get paid). We managed to get in one more Halloween, one more Thanksgiving, one more Christmas, with her, before she passed, pretty much at that six month point, at the end of February.
For a while, I was mad at her, for what felt like letting herself be taken away from her loved ones early; then I had a chance to talk with a pastor, and he explained that she likely felt like she had thankfully lived a full life, and was ready to go. I was told later that she’d seen what the operations and chemo did to her friends who’d undergone the standard treatment, and she wanted nothing to do with that, so she took care of her personal business and set up the paperwork at a hospice so she would be taken care of in her last months, in relative comfort and without pain. It was heartbreaking to watch, over the course of those six months, a once=strong woman wither away, but we made some memories in those last moments together, like “Thanksgiving dinner” together (her, my mom, my uncle and his wife, and me and my wife), down the road from the hospice at the local Burger King, or sneaking a rouladen into her room from her favorite German diner in the next town. Her funeral was in a packed church, as she had touched many lives in that Central Texas town, being a schoolteacher and active in the community.
I still make crass, flippant remarks about all the “save the boobies” pink stuff out there (especially in October), even tho that was what took my aunt away from us.
Wow, that is heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing your experience. I am glad that you were able to have quality time with your aunt near the end and make some memorable moments.
Oh Mary, if only you knew – he’s already broken the rules so many times for you.
What ? Noooo