The world, only a little less crazy
My Aunt Jan died on Thursday.
She was my dad's SIL, and admittedly her and my Uncle Tom had been separated for some years.
Jan was one of those cases of a good person who sunk down a hole with no one able to find a ladder.
A myriad of issues (complications of scoliosis and osteoarthritis, improperly treated postpartum depression, a mental breakdown that led to a horrific round of ECT) led to her self-medicating for the last 25 years in booze, weed, and pills. Her death was more a case of "when" not "if".
Jan was a conundrum; when she was sober (those rare moments) she was hilarious - sarcastic, witty, and a bit glib. Didn't take stuff too seriously, and always had a great story. She could be a good listener too. But after too many beers, or her traditional bottle of dry white apr