I hate the way my aunt died. I hate that I couldn’t spend more time with her. It was some kind of rapid-onset dementia which killed her. A slow decline from full consciousness to cloudy stupor to a vegetative state within the span of months.
And we don’t really know what happened. The most likely candidate seems to be a prion disease but the tests came back negative. The lack of closure is crushing me. It feels so cruel. Fate is a real sick fuck









