What is going on?

I got a phone call at work...."Have you had a call from you parents, No? Are you sitting down, your Auntie is dead"

I wait for the rest of the day for my Mother to call me, but she doesn't.

As soon as I get home I start trying to phone my parents, finally I give up at 9pm.

Going to work early I finally get my Mother....Yes my Auntie is dead, no they don't know how she died, she was admitted to hospital with Osteoarthritis and now she is dead.

My parents went on holidays for a week today, the funeral has been put off till they get back, and no they didn't have time to even find a photo of my Auntie Margaret before they left...

What is going on?? 

This was not an evil person that had abused their children this was a person that had serious mental issues, so much so she had been treated with electroshock therapy before they closed it down.  

She deserved our support and love.  I had a photo of her with my sister and I from when we were about 10, it is now on my mantel.  There is something deep inside me that wont allow me to let her pass without the respect everyone is due in death.

I know, as does my sister that she is now with God, her faith was childlike but Jesus said we only need the faith as small as a mustard seed.

Rest in peace Auntie Margaret, I will not forget you.