My mom's older sister has died. I'll be attending the funeral, which is going to make for a very long day since it's up in Oklahoma and I'd rather not stay the night unless I have to.
I don't know exactly what to say about this, because I didn't know her all that well; we mostly saw her on holidays. Still, I'm going to show up, in part because I don't think my own mother would ever have forgiven me if I didn't and in part because I haven't seen that side of the family in quite some time -- and I may not have that many more chances.
She was very sweet, a dancer, and devoted to her family and her sisters. I once made a mixed tape for her to use for her dance lessons; it probably wasn't much help, since I was in my teens and most of what I had on tap was metal rather than dance music. And for all that I failed to keep in touch, she will assuredly be missed.
The rest of the world doesn't stop for anyone's death, of course; I'm fortunate that, at least for a single day, I can.
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