Aunt Tisha was young, only 32 when she died, and a healthy non-smoker. My mother received the news via telegram, delivered by my father, who raced from office to house to deliver the shocking words. We were in France, she died in Cleveland.
Aunt Dootsie died not long after turning 60, and had been warned that she had multiple aneurysms. She apparently sensed that this violent headache was the precursor to the "event", and sent her husband out for aspirin, so she could die without intervention. Gutsy.
My unresponsive mother was discovered by my brother on this date, one year ago, and she was rushed to the hospital. A lifelong smoker, she lost not only her ability to speak, but also the urge to smoke. Some speech returned, but she never again motioned for that pretty pack of slim cigarettes.