So, My Auntie Deb… lost her husband. He went to work and fell over on the job… and never woke up. She became heart broken and gave up on living. My mom ended up becoming her caretaker and attempted to help her… No one visited her, not even her own sister or father. All they wanted was money. Nothing else. I felt so awful for her… but was kinda glad my mom wanted to help her.
As time went on… You could tell she wanted to die. I always avoided her room and really became angry with Deb… but that’s because I didn’t want her to give up… I wanted her to live because my mom was trying hard to help her…

But then my mom began to change and… stopped caring about us… and so, as time went on it got worse…. and Deb got sicker and sicker. My mom was desperate to help her but.. it didn’t end well. The last time I saw Deb.. was when she fell and I was home alone with her. I tried to help her up.. but she kept saying “I can’t…” I was so frustrated and my emotions show on my face that I knew she could tell. I felt soo bad… but I didn’t know how else to feel. I called my mom and then had to call 911 because I couldn’t get her up.

I never got the chance to tell her that I was sorry… so, I ended up taking care of her dog.. after she passed away…as if to make amends… because I didn’t mean to make her feel bad…. But I really wish I got the chance to tell her that I wanted her to Live…. and to be happy again.. because that’s not what her husband would want.