My mother was one of three sisters. She passed a couple years back. Her older sister just passed a couple days ago.

I am heading out that way to go to the funeral. And my cousin asked if I would be a pall bearer.

The older I get, the more I understand that if we're lucky in this life, we must see a lot of death.

And I'm a bit of a soft-hearted soul, so I feel it deeply.

I was not even very close to my aunt. But still I feel her loss very strongly.

When I go, I will be able to stay with the youngest of the three sisters while I am there.

There is beauty in the pain.