The inauguration came and went. The marches and fear mongering followed. And life goes on anyway.
In other news, Amy's Aunt Martha died today. 60 years old, down syndrome, her condition exacerbated by seizures/ministrokes. Her death will have little effect on most of the people I know. We, on the other hand, are going to miss her. No more coloring books. No more "Hi, Sweetie!" No more laughs. No more cheek pats and hugs. Tuesday we go down to lay her beside Grandma and Grandpa for awhile. But she's free now, and that's better than any memories we have of her. Next time we meet, I expect a hug, a "Hi, Sweetie!", and the first of many clear, lucid conversations getting to truly know her at last.
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