RIP Mollie
Jun. 27th, 2010 01:16 amOn Saturday morning I learned of the death of my Aunt Mollie, who was married to my mother's brother Uncle Mike for 49 years. I've delayed this post to give the news the time to travel.
There was something I didn't get the chance to do before she left us, a task written on a yellow post-it note next to my laptop these last few weeks:

"Write to Mollie" the note says. We didn't usually correspond directly, but I know from experience that newsy letters from friends and family can provide some comfort and distraction to the seriously ill in hospital. News travelled back and forth, but filtered through Mum and her brother and sister and was a step removed. It wasn't to be a farewell letter, just a bring-you-up-to-speed note about my branch of the family. Little things that might not have made it onto the family news desk. I have some regrets that I didn't get to send that letter, but she was in and out so often I didn't really believe that the clock was ticking with any particular urgency, that the time was upon us.
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There was something I didn't get the chance to do before she left us, a task written on a yellow post-it note next to my laptop these last few weeks:
"Write to Mollie" the note says. We didn't usually correspond directly, but I know from experience that newsy letters from friends and family can provide some comfort and distraction to the seriously ill in hospital. News travelled back and forth, but filtered through Mum and her brother and sister and was a step removed. It wasn't to be a farewell letter, just a bring-you-up-to-speed note about my branch of the family. Little things that might not have made it onto the family news desk. I have some regrets that I didn't get to send that letter, but she was in and out so often I didn't really believe that the clock was ticking with any particular urgency, that the time was upon us.
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