So I guess this is it.

I remember when I was younger and my aunt lived with us. I remember all of the bus rides as child, going shopping with my aunt.

Northridge Mall - I was very young and well, somewhat stupid. I was on the second floor of the mall and the typical upper floor had railings that you could look down to the first floor. Railings that were metal, and spaced just far enough for a child's head to pass through. I know this, because that's what I did. Unfortunately, I hadn't counted on ears. It scared the hell out of my aunt because she was ready to call the fire department to get me out. I did get my head on my own but because of said ears, it hurt.

There are so many memories swirling about in my head. I know that she had a good run, and that the last few months have been really, really hard on her. She does not want any life-saving measures anymore and just wants to be comfortable now. This is the part of life that's the hardest - the goodbye. It's so very necessary but so very sad. I will miss her. We all will.

The part I hate the most about this is that life goes on. It would be nice if time stopped just for a brief moment so that you could collect yourself so that you could move on easier. Second best, though, is being able to say goodbye. And now, this death will be about holding a hand, stroking hair, and saying "I love you". If only every person could die so comforted.