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Aunt June died at 4 a.m. on February 27th. She was surrounded by her family and was okay with going.
There is still a loss, a sense of history being uprooted and floating upward. In my mind, I see a strip of forest with trees representing my relatives up North and when they are gone, my sense of belonging I feel when in that space will be gone.
She was 82, had battled cancer twice before, and a heart attack over 40 years ago. Three times already she had evaluated her life and come to grips with mortality. And she was tough.
This isn't really coming out how I wanted it to.. or really conveying how I feel. I'm okay with her being gone, she was okay with her going.. I think that's what helps.
There is still a loss, a sense of history being uprooted and floating upward. In my mind, I see a strip of forest with trees representing my relatives up North and when they are gone, my sense of belonging I feel when in that space will be gone.
She was 82, had battled cancer twice before, and a heart attack over 40 years ago. Three times already she had evaluated her life and come to grips with mortality. And she was tough.
This isn't really coming out how I wanted it to.. or really conveying how I feel. I'm okay with her being gone, she was okay with her going.. I think that's what helps.