My aunt passed away yesterday morning. It's tragically sad, unbelievably quick and still quite surreal. I am glad that my parents got to see her. They spent the entire day with her on Saturday. I even had an opportunity, although fleeting, to speak with her on the phone. Apparently she had asked for me. Said my name a few times and insisted that I was there. I spoke to her, heard her voice slur back a response, and know that she heard me. I told her I loved her. I told her she needed me there to sign with her, and I swear I heard her laugh. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, but I felt it, deep inside. My main regret is that she never met *my baby.* How horrible is that, how horrible that my father's only sister never met his daughter's daughter, whose middle name is after her great-grandmother, my father's mother. It's pretty horrible. I will feel it for the rest of my life, I'm sure, but my aunt knew that I loved her all the same. I hope that is something she took with her and that she is now at peace.
We head to NY tomorrow evening. We'll stop along the way for an overnight stay and get back on the road in the morning. The wake is Wednesday night, the funeral (?) service Thursday morning, and we'll know by then if my father is sitting Shiva. Did I mention I'm a Jewish girl gone redneck? Does that make it funnier ... I honestly don't know. Right now I'm still feeling kind of sad, and trying to focus on getting things done around the house before we have to leave.
So, peace out, and share the love ... we all need to know ... don't forget to tell us. **Andrea
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