And the Circle Tightens

I had planned to spend the day ficcing and surfing the Internet, but when I opened my email this morning, there was a letter from my aunt, or so I thought. She wanted me to call her right away. Thinking there was a problem with the trust, I called her.

Only to find her son, Cousin T., who told me that Aunt Tater had died of a massive heart attack on Friday morning, shortly after returning from Mardi Gras.

Needless to say, I won't be ficcing or surfing for the next few days. I'll be leaving for her funeral. Aunt Tater did right by me after my father died, and I'm sure that being the executor of a trust while tending her own patch of earth wasn't easy. It might have taken some time to get what I needed, but I always did, and I never wanted for the things that mattered.

When I first started this post, I wasn't sure how I could find anything positive to say, but I can. When I told cousin T that I might not get to the funeral because of transportation issues, he offered to drive nine hours to pick me up so that I could attend. Her grieving son, whom I haven't seen in thirteen years, and who three days ago lost his mother unexpectedly, volunteered to drop everything and come for me(And no, I didn't accept the offer. I should be the last worry on his mind right now.).

Those are the kind of children she raised, and I only wish I'd known her better.

Goodbye, Aunt Tater. I'll see you soon.