By Barbara Falconer Newhall
I’ve got no words today. I’m out of town visiting a sick — very sick — aunt. And I’m pretty sad. The hospice nurse is not optimistic.
My mother and father are gone. Jon’s mother and father are gone. My aunt is the last of the aunts and uncles on both sides of the family.
Soon, Jon, my brothers and I will be the elders.
More to come when I get home.