Yesterday I spoke with my mom as my cousins buried my aunt in upstate NY. Mom is back in Florida unable to get to NY and feeling sad about it as I am. Aunt Ann would have understood why each of us couldn't be there. She really would have, I thought about my cousins. At this point, from that generation, my brother and I are the only ones left with parents. I miss my parents.... sometimes the missing makes me feel like a little girl.