Husband’s Aunt G. died this morning. It wasn’t unexpected. But still. I can’t say that I knew her well, though she had been my “Aunt-in-law” for almost 19 years. But I knew she loved me the last time I hugged her goodbye, a week or so ago at the hospice facility. She was one of seven children, born to an immigrant couple in Northern Minnesota. Life was hard in the beginning, probably hard for much of her life, but she loved to laugh.

We’ll miss her laugh.