Thursday, September 25, 2014

Middle Finger to the Big C

This weekend I will be celebrating the life of my Aunt Brenda.  She passed away after battling lung cancer.
No idea when this was taken but that is one heck of a bouffant.
First, let me say that I love my aunt.  I have very fond memories of her.  I loved her laugh, her mannerisms, and her unconditional love.  She was a remarkable woman that I always admired.  Some of my best childhood memories involve playing at her house with my brothers and cousins.  I would sleepover sometimes and watch movies I wasn't supposed to watch with my cousins ... like 'Backdraft'.  (Go figure.)  I still remember her bringing me destination t-shirts when she would travel with my uncle.  Something I do to this day for my nephews and nieces.
My mom is holding me as I stare at the cake. I still look at cakes the same way. Aunt Brenda is on the far right. This was the 80's ... EVERYTHING is brownish.
Second, cancer can go fuck itself.  If you are offended by this statement then you haven't seen what cancer can do to a loved one.  It is a horrible disease.  If cancer was something I could kick in the nuts I would do so on an hourly basis.  I could go into a tirade of all the things I think about cancer but I have an extensive vulgar vocabulary and would hate for this blog to get banned.

So this weekend I get to remember all the good memories of my aunt.  Like how my Aunt Brenda would listen to audio books in the car when she traveled long distances.  She said it helped her stay awake.  I tested it out once and she was TOTALLY right.  So now I listen to audio books in the car on trips.  I'm actually listening to audio books on my way to Houston for the funeral service.  She would have loved that.
Christmas morning at my grandparents house. Aunt Brenda is standing in the red sweater. I'm on the floor with massive curly bangs covering my face. The 90's were awkward.
My aunt was incredibly courageous and realistic throughout the cancer treatments and illnesses.  She had such a clarity of what life means.  One of her favorite sayings was by Peter De Vries: "We are not put on this Earth to see through one another but to see one another through".  She was a living testament to it.
I imagine this is what my Uncle Mike and Aunt Brenda are doing in heaven now. 

3 comments:

AwesomeGrammy said...

Laugh and cry at same time. Love you.

Shannah said...

I'm sorry for your loss, Julie. Travel safe, hug your family a bunch and laugh a lot for all of the great memories.

Ashley Roberts said...

Beautifully said. My thoughts are with you and your family this week.