Five. That’s how many people in my small world have died since November. People I knew. People I cared about. Yes, it’s been a long, cold winter.
My Aunt Emma was 103 when she passed yesterday, a peaceful death with her daughter and three grandchildren by her side. I visited her weeks ago, and though she couldn’t remember who I was, she held my hand and smiled at me, her eyes bright. She lived in New Orleans all her life. I spent Mardi Gras with her about five years ago. … More »