We buried my mother's sister yesterday and it was bittersweet. The sweetness came from seeing cousins with whom I have lost contact and the bitterness came when I saw pictures of my mother with my deceased aunt. My mother has been gone nearly two years and there are still moments when I need to cry about it. This was one of them.
I do not fear death and I do not want anyone to live forever, but my parents and their generation gave us a world that seemed to belong to us. I felt safe and secure. It is a shame that my generation has messsed it up by our selfishness and that our parents got to enjoy it for such a short time. I would rather they be alive than me, because they sacrificed more and did a better job of running the world. I am almost ashamed.
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