It's always hard when we lose a family member. We have memories, as kids, of being together for the holidays or other visits... even just visiting Grandma's house. I remember trips to Long Island, sometimes just to visit. The memories of a little kid visiting Aunt and family. As we grow, the family gets bigger and smaller at the same time. The elders pass on... like great Aunts, Grandmothers, Aunts and Uncles. And now my last Aunt, the Mother of my cousins Things change... and we move. House warmings, marriages, moves for a new job. We live near and far and, without our elders, don't see each other much anymore. But those memories stay with us.
