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I just got back from my aunts house... she died today. It was actually the first time I have ever seen a dead person. I feel weird saying a dead body. Because I feel like that's redundant. She was a dead person. I really believed that married people become intertwined into one... sort of like the symposium. Her husband died less than a month ago, I think. I know that this holds true with my grandparents too, and it makes me sad because I think my grandma will most likely leave with my grandpa when she really has the potential to live so much longer. With Betty, she died within days of finding out she had lung cancer. She was my grandma's sister, and the two of them were extremely close. I remember them talking on the phone everyday for hours. She was my mom's godmother. She looked exactly like Judy Garland. I really, really admired her as a person. There are so many ways in which I would like to be like her. She was probably the funniest person I ever knew. She was incredibly beautiful, and such a character. I'll probably frame the obituary, or if I don't like the picture, I would like to have a copy of the picture at my mom's baptism. I know that she never realized how much I really did adore her. I'll probably name a daughter after her. I am so sorry for my grandma, and Betty's daughters, and my cousins who are her grandchildren. There was so much emotion in that house. There were the same stories, the same poker games, and the same cups of coffee, but Betty was there, ten feet from me, and there was such a cloud of sadness above us and such a sharp absense. Betty and Harry are gone, and when I looked at their wedding picture and took in how beautiful she was I realized that so much is over, and so much ends. I have a few last memories of her, her lifeless face and the smell of her house and amazing grace playing and Dianne and Tanya and my grandma's tears being the most recent, the Christmas party being the second most recent. I am so glad I talked to her in the kitchen for that last time, when I asked her if she made her purse. Before that, I remember Harry's funeral and how small she was. Before these three memories, I only remember her hilarious stories, and more, the hilarious stories about her. I remember her words, her voice, her character. I am so glad we talked in the kitchen and I am so glad she chuckled in that conversation.