Sorry I have not been around in a while, it has been a rough week.
Last Friday, my aunt passed away. She lived to 91, a nice old age, but it is still hard to lose her.
We went up to NYC for the funeral. My father, her younger brother, was not well enough to travel from Florida, so I asked him if he wanted me to write something for him that I could read at the service. His memories, his thoughts? He did, and I did.
My aunt believed that family is more important than anything else. I learned that from her. She was a wise woman, the second woman to graduate from Hunter College with a social work degree.
Everytime I crossed the GW bridge, I looked up the Hudson river and could make out her building. She used to sit on her terrace over the Hudson and watch the boats go by. I don’t think I will ever stop doing that.
When I asked my father how he feels about losing his sister, he said that he does not feel like he’s lost her, he feels like she is still around.
He can only say “so long” – he can never say “goodbye.”