A tribute to My uncles wife, my sweet Aunt Diane.

It beGAN a few weeks after we burY my UNcle mark. we get a phone call that somehow I already knew. She has been given months to live. That last goodbye was the last, she will see no one new, she will die quietly at home. I call her weekly and tell her in other timelines we will be girls together, have sleepovers, forget me knots on our wrists, flowers in our hair. There is another dream, there are more signs. The veil is thin. The lining up of the LINEAGE begins. Will my cousin show? HE does, and it is the last time I see him, although i do not know that yet. I feel I failed her. Maybe I did. She Has gifted us with old age, this is not lost on me. The rain comes as it does. We plant DAFFODILS, “Will you do it for me?” with that break in her voice from last year rings in my mind and I get so many DAFFODILS the old men refuse to plant them all. I continue until my fingers are numb. I want feilds of them for her I say. The grocery store closes, a wasteland. We reheat cold cofee and invite in visitors at 11pm. Small town charm. I never want to leave. IN another timeline I live here with them, We are a sitcom, a drama, a whole other world. No one sleeps. i documented it.

My dad and his last two brothers. how we honor those who have passed. How we continue on.