My Aunt Passed Away

I don't want to over-dramatize this by pretending that I had a closer relationship with her than I did. I know that a lot of my readers knew her on a more personal level than I did, and I think it would be disrespectful of me to feign emotions that I don't have a right to claim. But it is true that times like this cause you to think about the aspect of mortality and to reflect on the moments you shared with the deceased, and that brings about a weird little emotion from knowing that they are no longer here.

The memory I have of her which returns to me more than the other's is when I was reacquainted with her at another Aunt's (the deceased is actually my Great Aunt, but I don't refer to her as such because, for some reason, it's not a commonly recognized term) handfasting (Wiccan wedding).

I was a teenager at that time,  and she hadn't seen me since I was a child. When she came up to me, she hugged me and said "Gryphon, is that you? You look completely different, and at the same time, exactly the same!"

And that's it. That memory keeps coming back, and I keep thinking "The woman who said that is not on the same planet as me anymore". It feels surreal.

I don't think it would be respectful of me to move onto another topic right now, so I'm going to leave this post the way it is.