Monday, January 12

Auo died twelve years ago today. In the late afternoon we celebrated her much-too-short life, and commemorated her time on Earth. Irma went and bought lots of flowers and made a pooja-style decorative layout on our outdoor table.

Afterwards we shared memories and talked about all the things that never happened and never will.

We both still miss her, and still wish she had not left when she did. We almost certainly always will.