This morning, at about 2:30, Grace’s cell phone rang. By the time she woke up, the call was dropped, but I knew what it was about. My Aunt Shirley had died. At 8:10 this morning, my mom called again to confirm it. An infection that had popped up earlier in the month and had necessitated the amputation of one leg about 10 days ago finally killed her.
Aunt Shirley was mom’s younger sister and my favorite aunt. She was big and boisterous and opinionated and always a lot of fun. She and her family were at our house all the time when I was growing up. I’ll miss her.