This morning there's no big white car across the street from my house.
My auntie has been roaring around town in that car for years- picking up the elderly and depositing them at the church door before parking at the far end of the parking lot to leave the close spots for the infirm.
Two days ago she and her elderly friend left an event early, in order to get home before dark.
Instead, they met with a cement truck.
My tante lived the most anyone could imagine. She never got old.
And its strange- no white car across the street.
xo Tante Marie, you'll be missed.