There's so much I want to say, and all of it feels inadequate. More than most people, my Teta Maria was a complicated woman with a rich history. I didn't expect to lose her so soon. She'd had health problems for a while, most recently an amputation, but she seemed to be doing well ....
I have some wonderful pictures of her while she recovered in the hospital from her surgery. I'd ordered the girl's graduation photos and had planned to send them to her, along with our most recent family photos (and pictures of the animals--she was always a fan, especially of cats.) For a while I was angry that they hadn't arrived in time for me to send her a photo album (she didn't use computers,) and then I realized it didn't matter. After we die we miss so much, but what we miss isn't important so much as what we do, and what we experience in our lives. She didn't miss the birth of my children, and she got to spend time with them. She didn't miss my childhood or my sister's--in fact she got to experience a lot more of that than most great-aunts do. She traveled the world. She did charity work alongside Shirley Temple Black, and went to state functions in Europe. She survived a war, and married an amazing and complicated man who I adored and who I still miss very much. And people loved her.
Her life was too short, but longer than many. We stretch our arms as far as we can, but they only reach so far .... I'll miss her, and my children won't really know what they're missing without her in their lives, but that's the way time works. It goes forward with or without us, and we can't go back. I'm blessed that I got to spend time with her during her span.
I hope you're safe with Strejda and everyone you've loved who has gone on ahead on the Long Road, my Teta. Your angel baby loves and misses you so much. She wishes she could hug and kiss you again, and show you how wonderful life is in part because you were in her life.
Blessed be. May we meet again.