My broken joint family

My aunts

My father has 2 sisters, one older sister and one younger, him being the middle child. The older aunt passed away from cancer a couple of years ago. She was married and lived her life a couple towns away with her husband and no kids.

She would visit us sometimes and my siblings and I would spend 2 months of summer vacations with her. And that has been such all our lives. She was amazing to us, she bought us anything we wanted, spoiled us, taught us nice things and loved us so dearly. I remember she used to teach us how to save money and also how to stay grounded. She taught me how to stay humble, honest and true to oneself.

She was a fearless woman and I loved her, we loved her. She used to be nice to my mother and talk to her but because of my younger aunt, she stopped. But when she was battling cancer my dad brought her to our house so we could take care of her she changed. Her husband wasn't mentally stable, so he couldn't take care of her, he was diabetic and his toe was amputated, he was surviving on his own with neighbors checking up on him and his siblings getting him food once a while.

My older aunt started staying with us while she was undergoing treatment. The doctor said this was her last stage and she was extremely weak to handle chemo. In those times it was my mother who took care of her, she did everything for her, cooked cleaned, spoke to her so she stays happy, along with taking care of 5 other people excluding herself.

My younger aunt would pretend to help, but she would whine and whine. She would complain to my bedridden aunt that she (younger aunt) was not able to go anywhere and have a life just because she is stuck in the hospital. That if my older aunt wasn't sick then she would be traveling by now and.

My older aunt would be traumatized and scared of her. Because of all the medicines, she was not I'm control of most of her body. So sometimes she would wet herself or excrete and my younger aunt would shame her and berate her so much.

My mom saw this and felt terrible and instead started cleaning up for my older aunt. My older aunt was so terrified now that she told my mom "please dont tell my sister i went the bed again, she will be so angry", my mom was in tears.

My aunt passed away shortly, leaving her house to her younger sister of course. But im happy she is in a better place now.