We know that all our family members that came before us are either old and on the brink of dying, or already there. This little accounting is for my grandson, who should know the facts of his family history.
Starting with the Aunts and Uncles that I know something about, most of my maternal aunts died of some form of cancer. My Uncle who worked in the auto industry had heart disease, and went to a wedding in a wheelchair, after struggling for breath just to get dressed.
He died a short time after. His younger brother, a bachelor and World War Two Military Policeman, died in his small mobile home.
The only problem was that he had few friends and no support structure, so it was a week before a neighbor’s girl found him.
My Mom started off our chain of fatalities by developing breast cancer, having a mastectomy, and then two years later dying in a cancer ward at the tax payers expense.
Four years later my younger brother developed leukemia and died in the charity ward at Stanford Hostpital, saying” I give up” as he expired with his butt in the air.
In my immediate family the first of my children to go into the great beyond was my oldest son. He was not diagnosed bi -polar until months before his suicide by jumping off the Coronado Bridge. His journal said that he was in such great pain because a woman had rejected him, and had hours to go. It was the second attempt, but his first time he was caught and hospitalized . The psychiatrist’s notes stated that Mike thought he deserved to die because “God hated him”.
The next to go was my oldest daughter who also developed breast cancer, and had it relapse 9 years later. She died at home in a hospice bed after saying goodby to her horses, and having them removed, tack and corral to a woman who would take care of them as they had been accustomed to. She did not believe in any religion, and stated that she would find out what happened after death.
I was there and pronounced her dead on Jan 5, 2003.
You would never know your great uncle, my older brother, but he died peacefully in his recliner from a heart attack brought on by a blood clot from his toe amputation. The diabetes that really killed him was in our family too, as I have a cousin who has battled that condition for 60 years.
A few years later my nephew developed a huge cancerous growth close to his heart that proved inoperable. My sister in law still keeps a shrine to his memory in her living room.
We who escaped from the ravages of disease, and despite foolish manuevers in automobiles, live on to ponder the ways of Nature. We are born, live a while (or not) and then cease to be. Get used to it.
There is no real provable explanation, but it would be wise to enjoy what we have while we can.