Friday was an odd day off.
My mom called me in the morning, primarily because I had not responded to an e-mail she sent to my office. She never sends me anything requiring a response, so I immediately knew she had some bad news.
The last sibling of my father passed away Friday morning at 11 a.m. edt. My Aunt Fanny, who lived in Roanoke VA, was 93 years old and had been in assisted living for several years. While she always knew her daughters, other family members and friends when they visited, she had memory lapses and mild dementia. They declared cause of death as congestive heart failure. Of course, "something" must be a cause of death even when the body wears slam out.
I am not writing this to solicit vibes of sympathy. My Aunt Fanny lived a long, productive life and she was a very good woman -- as a sister, as a wife, as a mother and as an aunt.
I wasn't much in the mood to chat on any forums today, so I tackled some chores I've been avoiding forever, and I put a couple of DVDs on -- "'Follies' in Concert", "Sondheim at Carnegie Hall" and the "Candide" in concert with Paul Groves and Kristen Chenoweth. I also watched "Enchanted" on HBO in HD.
It's tough watching the "Follies" concert DVD...so many folks are now gone -- Comden and Green and the lovely Lee Remick. And seeing Dorothy Loudon performing so remarkably at the Sondheim "do" was both a joy and a sadness.
A milestone is approaching for me. One that I don't much want. But I can't stop it. Each year seems to be full of people passing on...many more people I've known or heard of than was true in my first several decades. Sigh.
At any rate, it is time I retired for the evening and gave this tired body a rest.
