So I realized something today. In 3 days it will be the anniversary of my aunt’s #death and my grandmother’s in 6. Idk how many of you guys remember that happening besides me basically disappearing off of twitter for a while so yeah.

This is the reason why I have #cancer mentions muted. My aunt was diagnosed three years ago. She noticed a lump in her breast and didn’t get it checked out. It ended up spreading to her lungs and her bone marrow. I went to this show with her a month or so before the diagnosis

She held on for a couple years. My grandma didn’t really accept it at first, and mostly ignored it. It wasn’t until my aunt had to live in hospice last year that she realized her daughter was dying. After that she became depressed and would keep saying that she shouldn’t have to

see her daughter die. My mother went back to Paris when the doctors said that the end was close. She was in the room with her when my aunt died. Another one of my aunts was on her way to see my grandma since she wasn’t answering the phone. My mom called to let her know what

happened. My aunt arrived at my grandma’s and it turned out that she had a stroke. Three days later, on September 14th, my grandmother died. She never regained consciousness or knew that her daughter had died before her. She was taken to morocco to be buried with my grandfather.

My aunt was buried in Paris on Monday the 16th. I woke up that morning earlier than usual, feeling like something had happened. It turned out that I woke up the exact moment they lowered my aunt into her grave. I got my mother’s maiden name on my ribs for the both of them.

This cup is the last thing I have from my grandmother. It was a gift I had gotten for her when we took a trip to London one year.

End of thread I guess. Kinda heavy for this morning, but thank you to everyone who was there for me. I love and appreciate it more than I can say.