Three years ago, my aunt was diagnosed with bowel cancer. She started Chemotherapy.
One year ago, the cancer metastatised to her liver.
One week ago, she decided to stop the chemo, because it was having little effect, and the side effects were making life unlivable. She booked into a care home for the elderly.
This morning, she died.
A cremation has been arranged, and in a week there will be an ash-scattering ceremony. My father has just got off the phone, arranging the catering.
My role will be to sit at home and look after the dogs while my parents attend. In about an hour, I will be asked to do this.
This is how families function.