All of my family lives in Nicaragua, so growing up my mother and I would travel every time we had the chance. Whenever I went, I was thriled to see my Aunt Ligia. She would let me do whatever I wanted because I was the youngest of all my cousins. But as time went on, my visits decreased and my relationship with my aunt wasn’t as close. However, I was always her “niña”.
About four years ago, …show more content…
There was hope that she would beat the sickening leech on her brain. Our family rejoiced in the fact that we had the chance of having her a little bit longer. But all of a sudden, her conditions worsened and the world became gray again. My aunt was a “vegetable” per say, she wouldn’t move, talk, or eat on her own. It was then that I realized, I had to go because I didn’t know how much time there I had left to see my favorite aunt.
In that month I was there in Nicaragua, I took care of my aunt however I could. I would measure her blood pressure, her oxygen level; I would massage her hands to keep her circulation moving. Words cannot describe how painful it was seeing a person you love go through this, a person who laughed at the world and all its quirks, who didn’t let anything or anyone affect her happiness, and who loved with all her being. On August 6, 2013 my aunt passed away and I was right there next to her.
Life can be brutal at times and it could really suck. But my aunt taught me that you can’t go through life with a frown on your face. You don’t know how much time you have left on this world, so its best to take on each day with a smile and a laugh here and there. I believe there is so much in life that we cannot control and that we should strive to make it worthwhile with laughter and