Yesterday I found out that my cousin Jack had died. It was expected so I was prepared for it.
What has been bothering me is that my aunt is suffering advanced senile dementia. She has no idea that she has three children much less than that one of her sons is dead.
I realize that in some respects this is a blessing. Losing a child can be the worst thing to happen to a person.
However it’s gotten me back into thinking about the whole living vs. existing thing. To me there is a great difference.
On the bright side she appears to be happy. Even though she had no idea who you are she is cheerful and happy that you are there. At least that has not been taken from her.

