There is a beginning and an end, but it is what happens in between those two events that matter the most. It has been those in between moments that we have been clinging onto this week as my entire family has been watching my aunt move on to the end of her life.
Simply put, my Aunt Chris is a fighter. She always has been and even at the end of her life she is continuing her fight. As she lays in her hospice bed she still has beat all odds this week and continues to cling on to the life.
When I look at her, when I stroke her hand, all I can think of is where she is right now. Because in my heart my Aunt Chris is not laying in a bed watching her body fail her. With every ounce of my heart I truly believe that she is on some spiritual journey before she finally leaves this earth. When I look at her she looks as if she has a purpose. Her eyes squint, her mouth twitches and I know she is off doing something amazing. It is my belief that she is reliving her amazing life. All week long we have waited for her to take her last breath and I can only think that she has had such an amazing life to relive and that's what is taking her so long to let go.
Aunt Chris is a hard working single grandmother who did not, would not take life all in while sitting down. She is a mover, a shaker.... As I grew up I watched her work jobs that some men wouldn't have the strength to do. I watched her dance. I watched her laugh and most of all, I watched her love.
Sitting in her room this week I would watch her long, lean legs kick and move and I was left thinking that while she was reliving the best moments in her life she must have been dancing. As the week passed she has had increased restlessness and her legs just keep on moving. It's funny because other family members worry about it and all I can do is enjoy watching her continue to dance. Aunt Chris, no matter what, never needed a party to dance and I will remember her just that way. Even in the end, she continues to dance.
Life happens...so dance.