She will be missed

My great-aunt Lois passed away last night.
She has fought cancer for awhile, had a stroke, was in a coma, bounced back, got an infection, and then went peacefully.
As I grew up, Lois was one of the few relatives on my dad's side who I would look forward to seeing.
She was so down to earth, kind, soft spoken, and thought of you as one of her own.
My family always made it a point to stop and see her when we would drive through town.
She will be greatly missed.

My dad was so very fond of Lois, even though her children (my dad's cousins) drove him crazy.
I'm so worried about how he will take her death.
In the last few years he has lost several friends, and I think he really worries about his own health as a result.
The fact that he worries makes me worry.
I worry a lot.
I can't do anything about it, but I worry a lot.
I am especially worried when he has a constant headache, and the fact that he went back to work.
I'm not ready to lose my daddy.
I will never be ready, but I'm really not ready right now.
I haven't done anything with my life yet.

I have to go so I don't start bawling.

Peace out,
Bamf