The conversation always begins this way: “Susan, this is your Aunt Hazel.”
What follows is usually a litany of family events, as well as a quick review of who has died and who might be next.
Aunt Hazel is 92 and matter-of-fact about life and death. Nothing much surprises her.
But when I recently visited my childhood home and my aunt, I made an announcement that even surprised her. “The birdbath is go…
