Earlier this morning, my great aunt died. She helped raise me when I was little.

She was having some issues with her sight yesterday, and went to go to an optometrist. The op. quickly found there was something else happening, they went to a hospital. The hospital did some scans and blood work, and immediately sent her to the ER. The two bottom valves in her heart stopped working, and the insulin tunnel/tube that they put in her arm to make injections easier ruptured/exploded, causing clots. She started declining extremely rapidly after that discovery.

They gave her medication to make her comfortable, but everyone knew she wouldn't last long after that. I was kept in the dark on this, but I don't necessarily blame my family. I'm not taking this very well, and I hurt so damn much right now. This woman raised me when I was little, and she loved me more than anyone. She was one of the first people to accept me when I came out as Pansexual, and wanted to meet my partners. She had smile lines from grinning and laughing so much, and wasn't scared to beat the ass of punks who tried to mess with her. She was an amazing little scottish lady. I would give everything I have to have even just one more hour with her to say goodbye and tell her I loved her.

If you believe in god, say a prayer for her. If you don't, send positive thoughts and energy her way, and mine. Light a candle for her, do whatever ritual your belief or faith has for death of people. I will be lighting some incense, offering a prayer, and spending time with my family.

Let the people you love know that they're important to you. Let them know often, and with as much conviction as you can muster. You never, EVER know when the last chance you have to do so will be..

I love you all.