My Aunt Sharon died last summer, unexpectedly, and she was fairly young, only 57. Sharon was amazing. She's my mom's younger sister, and she never did get married or have any kids.
When she was in her early 30's, she was working as a bookkeeper for a dep't store here in Tulsa. They were going to transfer her to another store location in Wichita, Kansas, so she had to go up to Wichita one day to look for an apartment. She was driving by herself, and something happened on her way out of town - and it changed her life forever. We were told at first that she'd had a car accident and was OK but she was in the hospital, but by the time we got there, they had figured out that she had actually had a major STROKE! And she was not OK.
She was paralyzed on her whole right side from then on. They didn't expect her to be able to walk again, but eventually, she did. First with a walker, then with a cane, but she walked. It took her an awful long time to get anywhere, but she walked.
I never knew anyone that young could have a stroke. She was younger when she had it than I am now! No one ever understood why it happened.
She was always a little crazy, and after the stroke, I'm sure she was a little more so, but it didn't really seem to affect her much mentally like strokes sometimes do people.
She was on disability after that, so she didn't work anymore, but she was so determined and so stubborn and would not let this ruin her life. She ended up going to college and finally graduated with a bachelors degree in sociology. She was in college at the same time I was, and she was so thrilled about it. I don't know how she did it, because you know how much walking there is to do when you go to school on a big university campus! To get herself enrolled and schedule classes and buy all her books and then getting to the classes every day -- she amazed us all when she did that.
She did end up working for awhile as a social worker in Tulsa, but mostly, she did EXTREME volunteer work. Extreme, in that it required more of her than most fulltime jobs would, and that it took more of a toll on her than any job ever should. She volunteered as a hospice worker - people who deal with the families of terminally ill patients (as well as the patients themselves too). Hospice usually doesn't come in until the final stages of a dying person's life, so everything about it is always just heart-wrenching and very demanding, physically and especially emotionally. It's impossible not to get personally attached to the people you're helping, even though you know for a fact that they will die very soon. She put all she had into it, and sometimes, it seemed like it was too much.
And she lived on a small farm, all by herself, so she did everything herself - feeding the animals (goats and chickens and rabbits mostly) - all the outdoor work -- everything that needed doing she did, all with the use of only one side of her body.
When she died, she left everything she had to me. Unfortunately, Sharon didn't really have anything! She rented her home and was still paying off her little car etc., so nothing at all of her own really! But it was a touching gesture. She had other nieces and nephews besides me, but I'm the only one who hasn't gotten married yet, and she never got married herself, and I guess she felt a special connection with me or something like that. But it was always that way. Now I feel like I was usually too busy or whatever for her, and feel bad about not spending more time with her.
Sure was a shock when she died. Despite the stroke, she was still in good health, and no one in our family has ever died that young - they said it was of natural causes - which doesn't really make sense to me.
She was my mom's only sister, and I know she really misses her too. She was really funny. I keep having dreams with her in them, so I kind of feel like I've seen her recently, but ... not quite.
Well, I could go on and on about her, but I guess I already have! SO thanks once again for the contest!
sunspun