I got a short note from my friend, June. It said so very much in so few words:
"Aunt May died this morning."
The family is, of good reason, sad that their sister, aunt, and great-aunt has died. But in the same breath, they are happy as well. It's a crazy thing, except when you remember that she had been suffering from cancer for over six years. The last weeks and months were especially bad, with the pain passing through the ability of the painkillers to attenuate it. May, in her death, has been released from suffering.
And so, now the family grieves, while sighing a sigh of relief at the same time.
Some days, living sucks.