The Authentic Eclectic

Mum, Could You Love Me Now That I’m Dying?

My aunt’s final words still haunt me

My aunt passed away three years ago. She didn’t have children, but her hospital bed was surrounded by siblings, nieces and nephews. My aunt was pretty out of it, I guess from the morphine. She lay in her bed, shuffling around a little, but hardly talking. And then I…

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Nichola Scurry

Australian living in Barcelona, writing mostly about popular culture with a twist of quirky. If you like my writing, I like coffee. ko-fi.com/nicscurry