In Loving Memory: Aunt Diane
The other night at dinner grandma wiped her mouth with a napkin and simultaneously closed her eyes, and in that moment she looked just like you, I could've sworn you were the one sitting there. It's been months since you passed away, nearly 3 to be exact, and I have yet to completely absorb all of this as fact. You had just spent the summer with us at the cabin. You looked and acted just like yourself, the you you had always been my entire life, except this version lacked hair. You still woke up every morning and wore sandals and a house coat around. You'd turn the coffee maker on, prepared by you the night before, and fill your mom and yourself multiple cups each morning. I have countless memories with you there, which I will forever cherish. You were always interested in learning something new. I remember one summer you were reading an autobiography about some woman. You loved newspapers and pamphlets and brochures, reading plaques next to statues (even if you'v