My great aunt is dying. That means scarcely seen relatives, booze, cake and pie, meatloaf and crabbiness. In my family anyway.
I don't feel a terrible loss for my great aunt, but I do feel bad for my grandfather, my aunt, my dad. People that knew her in a way I never did. Also, for my dad and my aunt, this is another step closer to being the oldest members of the family. One more death and they are on the top rung. Old age. Real old age.
I feel like I am starting over this year. I did it last year, and I can do it again this year. New life. New love. New look. New occupation. I can continue to reinvent myself, I'm not going backwards this time.
