Death has always fascinated and frightened me.
And then yesterday I encountered it, not in the loss of a pet, or a plant, but for the first time, family. 
My Aunt Donna passed on yesterday. 
In truth, it was a good thing.  She'd been sick for a long time now. It makes the whole experience bittersweet. 
I'm glad she's not suffering anymore, but it hurts me so badly to think that I'll never see her again.
Honestly, I'm not entirely sure how to cope. 
My cousins have got to be some of the strongest women I know...  I don't know how they are dealing with this, but I know that if I were in their shoes I would not be coping quite as well.

As for Aunt Donna, we'll miss you.
Let's meet again someday.