My mom said goodbye to her cousin yesterday. She had a wonderful name, Marvel. She was the last of my great-grandfather's decendents who carried the family name, Frank. She was 84.
Interestingly, Mom and Marvel were actually double cousins. A pair of siblings married another pair of siblings, so their kids were cousins both ways. That used to be pretty common, I guess, since there are at least 3 instances of it in that generation of my family.
I hate to see Mom having to say goodbye. It’s not sad, per se, when someone is old and uncomfortable and it seems that you take it better as you age. Still, when you get to Mom’s age, there are so many people dying, it’s got to be hard.