Today, we buried my aunt.

She is in some good company, next to her husband (my uncle), sister (my grandmother) and brother-in-law (my grandfather). Across the walk is my other grandmother.

At her funeral, her oldest friend spoke of how my aunt promised that they'd both live to 102 -- and how she was angry that she'd lied, only living to 78. But they'd had a good run: It had been a 70-year friendship.

Rest in peace, auntie. We're all going to miss you.