My cousin and I mentioned that our hearts hurt for our grandmother. It doesn't matter that my grandmother is 90 or that my aunt was 64. Parents are not supposed to bury their children, regardless of the ages.
Growing up, I was close to my aunt. She was only 18 when I was born, and adored me. I was then eight and ten when my cousins were born and I adored them. They lived less than a block from me, and I loved being able to walk over to their house whenever I wanted. As I grew older, she was so helpful to me. When I lived on my own, she was often the one who would house sit and take care of my pets. If I couldn't remember if I unplugged something, she was happy to stop by my house and double check. When a stray cat showed up at our house, and we didn't feel we could add her to our family, Aunt Cathy added her to her family. She loved her family dearly, and loved her daughters and grandchildren, as well as all of us in her extended family. She was very proud of all of us.
I was able to go up and spend some time with my mom this afternoon and then went over to spend a little time with my cousin. I'm grateful I was able to be there, and I'm grateful for all of my family.
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