… but I do think about those I’ve lost. Today is my godmother’s birthday, my Aunt Sandy. She moved away when I was young, but we always kept in touch and my family visited her fairly often. I almost transferred colleges out of state to go live with her as she was reaching old age, but things didn’t work out that way. She died just six months before I got married (nine years ago). Our birthdays are only 3 days apart and often enough fell on Mother’s Day, so I always think of her at this time of year. And I always wish I could have done more. But the truth is, she slipped away years before that, so I never really knew her as an adult.
So this is me, wishing her well in the afterlife, and laying roses at a gravestone in my mind, while I figure which one of my characters needs a charming and elderly aunt to guide her.