My sister Emily visited me, and it was awesome! And we went to Portland, and we celebrated Thanksgivukkah, and we saw many friends (and friendly strangers), ate much food and had not too much to drink.
And in the midst of it all, my aunt- my only aunt, my favorite aunt, my father’s sister- her heart stopped and she went into a coma, and less than 2 weeks later, she died without ever waking up.
I know death is part of life, and at some point, there is a conversation with someone that unexpectedly becomes the last one, some time we see each other that reveals itself to be the last time. I don’t know what to do with that.