Die at the age of 44: cancer My aunt died at the age of 44. It happen like in the movies: "I thought this kind of thing happen to other people". Man, this time was my family's turn. But, back to the beginning. I left my family for UK in September and my aunt was going to the hospital because she kept being sick (fever). She found out she had cancer. Did we panic? Of course. It was October and I came back for a few days to Italy to visit her because she was operated (they took her bladder out). We thought the cancer was died and, after a few chemo, she could back to the normal life with his husband and little daughters. She used to be a simple woman: hard work, never risen her voice (except when my cousins made something bad), she always helped the school with activities.She was a calm and soft presence. We spent Christmas all together and Easter too. At Easter I was shocked by her new look. She used to love changing her hair color, but at Easter she didn't have a lot of hair. I felt miserable looking at her and I was uncomfortable because I knew my curious and worried glances made things worse. I came back definitely to Italy in May and the tragedy began and everything went so fast. You just want to say "please, just give me a minute, I am not ready. Give me the time to make a time machine but not for the past for the future, find a new medicine, come back here, you are safe. Your daughter need you. Where are you going? Stay here, It's not fair. You are the youngest." It didn't happen. We were just a sad, unlucky and powerless audience of this fast tragedy. The tragedy took off her energy day by day: she stopped smiling, the light of the tv annoyed her, she stopped speaking, she stopped moving her arms and the only thing she could do was drinking water and then she stopped breathing. She died in her house and her last night she was surrounded by her brother and her sisters (included my mom). There was a deep silence and outside there was a storm. The morning that she died, my daughters knew that something was wrong and they didn't go to her mother to say good morning. She died a few hours later when they left the house. She didn't survive and we didn't surviver too: we will always miss a part of the family. My cousins are little strong women even though sometimes they make me crazy because they don't want to do homework and make me cry when they tell me "Sara, look at that star. It's the big one. I am sure she is mom".