Life

My Aunt Winnie passed away this morning.  She was my godmother.  She was 97 years old and had recently been diagnosed with lung cancer.  Because of her age it was decided that they wouldn't treat the cancer.  Most of my day was saddened by this news.  I had hoped to get many more visits with her over the winter and spring, but that was not to be.  Instead I am going to work on doing what she told me to every time I'd leave and "Be good."   That, or like her, "Very nearly perfect," her response when asked how she is. 

At the other end of the emotional spectrum, babies were born today.  This is my happy for the day.

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