I went to the viewing/rosary services for Uncle Dickie tonight and saw so many of my cousins from my mom's side of the family. I don't see them very often. It was nice.
I was feeling really optimistic about my cousin Yvonne because I knew she had made it through the night, and they had been able to clear her lungs. I had heard that she was talking, and she insisted that she had no pain at all, so it sounded very encouraging. But the pneumonia kept wearing away at her fragile lungs. After I got home from the mortuary, my mom called to tell me Yvonne had just passed. This gal comes from a long line of strong women. She was quite the scrapper who never backed away from a good fight. We believe it was her strength and stubbornness that kept her around this long. I didn't want to give her the impression that I didn't think she was going to beat this. I didn't want to believe she would actually die. I thought it was better to keep things as "normal" as possible and not fawn all over her just because she was sick.
She would've been 41 in September.
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