Sam and I were at Carol's to bake for Christmas. The phone rang. It was a call saying Zia Maria died this morning. We didn't even know she was sick. It's been four years since she was here. Four years (Dec. 20) that Aunt Geraldine died.
I miss them.
And for the first time in many years we put up a tree.
This will be a very odd Christmas.
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