on the same day~

I don't believe there are many coincidences in this life.

On Sunday morning my Aunt Patricia passed away.

She died at 1:30 that morning.

My dad was called early by her husband, my Uncle Bobby.

It has been too many years since I have sat at her dining room table.

I have missed lounging in her living room listening to her stories.

I loved hearing my dad and his sister share memories and life experiences:

as they slap their knees---and fill the room with laughter.

They can tell stories!

I could sit there all day.

There isn't a better cook to be found.

Anywhere.

my mom, dad, Cameron, Uncle Bobby, Miles & Aunt Patricia

I thought about her all day.

I wondered what her reunions were like "on the other side."

Was she with my Granny

and her sisters who have gone before her-

Aunt Vivian, Mimi and Laverne?

Today my dad called.

He lost another sister that same day- late that night.

My Aunt Doris died,

not knowing about her sister's death,

living several hundred miles away.

I don't believe in very many coincidences.

I do believe it was a sweet reunion---

filled with stories, laughter, and tears.

What I wouldn't give to be in that room quietly listening to those stories.