My godmother/aunt died this morning.
I hate how, one minute you can feel so surrounded by life and so fabulously involved in every minute detail of everything, and the next, death comes knocking at your door and you're forced to face your own mortality and question the decisions that you've made in your life.
Just yesterday I said a quick prayer that she would go quickly and painlessly (she'd had cancer for like, four years or so), because she deserved that much at least. And now she's gone. I hate hearing the tears in my parents' voices over this. I mean, this was my mom's younger sister. And now three of my boy cousins are partially orphans. They JUST got confirmed yesterday. I really hope that their faith stays intact.
I can't talk about this anymore.
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