A Shining Hospital Visit

Today I went to see my Aunt Heather/Godmother in the hospital. They're pretty sure she had a mini-stroke. I hated seeing her like that, but even in a hospital gown and doped up on meds my aunt looked strong and brilliant. She kept us all laughing with stories of a "scary girl with man hands and a fanny pack" and her many stories of the horrors of showing her nipples to more people than she had in her entire life thanks to the hospital gown with a huge pocket in the center of it for all of her cords to go through. It was one of those moments where you see the true love of a family, where even in a dark moment we find ourselves laughing and smiling and I wondered to myself how I could ever live without my bright, shining, crazy aunt.