I’m too tired to say much else. In my ideal world I will post a photo collage, but for now just a little window into some of our bliss.
I am sad today — my mom’s best friend, my “Aunt” Judi, died while we were away, and I just learned of it today. She had been sick and getting sicker, and so it is probably OK to say that “it was her time,” but then I knew her before she was sick, so I still think that it should not have been her time. But none of us gets a say in these things, do we?
I loved her, probably because, since childhood, I always felt like she loved me too, in all my many phases and incarnations. Who among us would not miss that?