Another loss in the family today.

In the span of a mere 24 days, my husband Alex lost first his uncle, then his aunt, on his mother’s side, to COVID19. His two cousins, their children, now orphaned to misfortune, pain, overwhelming grief, and loss.

I personally never had the privilege nor honor of meeting them, but know they meant a great deal to so many people and were dearly loved. I wanted to share here, an excerpt from a post written by their son, Vignon, recounting his mother’s last days, and saying goodbye:

“Egoïstement, nous nous disons que la vie est injuste et qu’on souhaiterait rembobiner le film pour que cela se passe différemment en cette fin d’année 2020 et que ce satané virus n’eut jamais existé.

Notre mere est partie paisiblement, sans souffrir, sans douleur. La douleur émotionnelle de la perte de notre papa était incrustée au plus profond de ses entrailles. Il est toujours difficile d’admettre de perdre sa moitié après près de quarante ans de vie commune.

Jusqu’a dernier jour de la vie de mon père, ma mere a toujours voulu y croire a son rétablissement et sa guérison. Cela est humain. Ses flots de larmes et sa tristesse ont démontré l’amour que ma mere avait pour mon père et réciproquement.

Desormais que la vie est faite ainsi, qu’on ne pouvait rien y changer. 2020 est définitivement une année pourrie jusqu’au bout mais je me dis que c’est peut être mieux ainsi que mes parents se soient retrouvés dans un au-delà après s’être quittés seulement 24 jours.

Merci encore pour tout cet amour.
Reposez en paix, ensemble, toujours.”

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“Selfishly, we tell ourselves that life is unfair and that we would like to rewind the film so that it turns out differently at the end of 2020 and that this damn virus never existed.

Our mother left peacefully, without suffering, without pain. The emotional pain of losing our papa was embedded deep in her bones. It’s always hard to admit losing your other half after almost forty years of life together.

Until the last day of my father’s life, my mother always wanted to believe in his recovery and healing. This is what it means to be human. Her floods of tears and her sadness demonstrated the love my mother had for my father and vice versa.

2020 has been a horrible year to the end but I tell myself it might be better that my parents found themselves together once more after parting only 24 days…

Thank you again for all this love.
Rest in peace, together, always. ”

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Some goodbyes are said too soon.

Be safe, take care of one another, and hold your loved ones close because every day with them is a gift to never take for granted.