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WoodDuckDrake of Bluster
Feb. 25th, 2025 09:26 pmToday the promised warmer weather arrived! The sun shone, and the snow melted. Although there was so much that it's still not all gone. I am impressed with myself for how much snow I piled up at all the corners of our pavement. We partially completed a long-delayed task--taking a bag of used books to the bookstore. They have strict rules about this. You can only bring 25 books at a time, and they're fairly picky about what they will take.
We took a moment to have coffee. While we were doing it, I got two messages. One was from Madame, in response to a text I sent her last week. She wondered if that meant I was coming to visit her today. I had to explain that no, it was tomorrow. I think perhaps I should stop texting her. It only confuses her. The other message was from one of my cousins, to say that my Aunt B passed away yesterday. She was almost the last of that generation. I think another aunt by marriage is still living somewhere in the south, but I haven't been in contact with her in years. Aunt B had called me just a few weeks ago, and we had a very nice conversation. I wondered at the time if it had been one of those flares of energy that people sometimes have near the end of life, when they decide to get a few things done, and having done so, are ready to go. She'll be buried in the graveyard in southern Illinois where her husband, and my parents, and many other kin are already resting. And that little gathering of souls on the hill by the oak trees will be complete. I let my sisters and Ms. Science know. It felt very incomplete not to be able to tell my brother, but as Ms. Science said, perhaps he knows already. This brings up a lot of sadness again, but I treasure the memory of Aunt B's voice.
We took a moment to have coffee. While we were doing it, I got two messages. One was from Madame, in response to a text I sent her last week. She wondered if that meant I was coming to visit her today. I had to explain that no, it was tomorrow. I think perhaps I should stop texting her. It only confuses her. The other message was from one of my cousins, to say that my Aunt B passed away yesterday. She was almost the last of that generation. I think another aunt by marriage is still living somewhere in the south, but I haven't been in contact with her in years. Aunt B had called me just a few weeks ago, and we had a very nice conversation. I wondered at the time if it had been one of those flares of energy that people sometimes have near the end of life, when they decide to get a few things done, and having done so, are ready to go. She'll be buried in the graveyard in southern Illinois where her husband, and my parents, and many other kin are already resting. And that little gathering of souls on the hill by the oak trees will be complete. I let my sisters and Ms. Science know. It felt very incomplete not to be able to tell my brother, but as Ms. Science said, perhaps he knows already. This brings up a lot of sadness again, but I treasure the memory of Aunt B's voice.
