Loss makes it clearer
My great aunt Dee died Wednesday morning around 3:30 a.m., and I’m wondering why I’m not currently a weeping mess right now.
She’d been in ill health for months now, as people at the age of 92 tend to be. For a lot of you I’m sure “great aunt” sounds like a fairly distant relation, but Aunt Dee practically helped raise me. Dee lived either with or next door to us my entire life, and helped raise myself, my sister Sara and my cousin Robert.
A lot of people I‘ve met since leaving home don’t understand that concept: For them family means immediate family and far-flung relatives across the state or country. Not so with mine; we all just sort of clustered around in East Texas. If anything I’m the weird one for moving to the “big city” and “going to college” and “not having children by the time I’m 25.”