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Your Text: Insert Slimies » Insert UBB Code » Close Last Tag \| All Tags UBB Help	Jstuartj.....though it was something you had not told anyone before...I am so glad to hear it. That is life sharing. It is something that in some illnesses, we have the will power to stay and fight death and then let go into death. This story of jstuartjs reminds me of a distant relative named Becky that I want to share. My cousin had 5 children. One of them, her first Becky was born with a some mental issues. In the beginning, Becky was mostly cared for by her grandparents because her mother chose a careless lifestyle at the time. Later my cousin married and had 4 more children and settled down. Becky was from a previous relationship so I guess she was just left in the hands of her grandparents but still visited her mother. My uncle died so it was just my aunt who would care for her. As Becky grew she could not get past the mind state of a 12-14 year old. Thru the years she had boyfriends, but sad to say many just used her and she bore 5 children. All had to be given away. One of the boyfriends took her to Mexico and left her there. For 2+ years her family did not know her whereabouts. She did not communicate with them. One day she called them to say where she was. She had been in a prostitution house and they would not let her leave. I don't want to even think of what she went thru there. Her family sent her money to take a bus home and they met her. She was kinda sickly when she returned. She took up again with another boyfriend but this one seemed like he cared for her??? She started to get very sick and was hospitalized. They found out she had AIDS. Full Blown Aids. She got so very sick and there was no hope. Though I did not know her very well before, my family and I got involved in helping her with money, food and clothes in the many months she was sick. She was in and out of the hospital. With no insurance she was not given proper care. She had to take the bus in the heat just to go to the hospital as she had no transport. She would just lay on the benches. My sister found out and started to give her a ride to and from the clinic. When you went to visit her she wanted some coloring books to color. We became very attached to her. She had a childlike demeanor in the way she spoke and thought so our conversations were just simple and very caring. The time came near to her death and she was sent back to the hospital. My sister tried to get her in a Catholic hospital and got all the paper work she could do to fix it to whereas she did not have to pay for any care. My cousin, her mother was not a very good caregiver and could not deal with it. This was sad. If her mother would have tried to get the proper care, Becky would not have had to suffer as much as she did. At the hosptial, my sister wanted to be there to assist in anyway she could. Towards the end, during the day, when she was already breathing heavily she came to and was very calm and started to speak to my sister. She was looking as if she was Ok. She then told my sister in a very adult like manner how grateful and appreciative she was in her care giving. She really wanted to thank her for all she did. My sister would help clean her, change her diaper and bathe her. My sister was shocked in the way Becky was speaking. She was hearing something Becky would not think to say. It?s like she sounded very grown up. She felt it was someone else speaking for Becky. She then told my sister that her grandfather had been in the room since yesterday and he was standing at the foot of the bed watching and waiting for her. She said she knew she was dying and was ok with it. She said she was not afraid and to not feel bad about where she was going. That she would be ok. My sister felt she was being sent a message. She then died in that afternoon at 32 years of age. Our lives were so heartfelt touched by Becky who was so forgotten in life. Yet, she made us realize how we have to love each other. And that there is something out there beyond life into death. [small](Edited by [url=http://www.ozoneasylum.com/user/3156]jade[/url] on 03-05-2009 17:00)[/small] Loading...
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