I’m feeling reflective today for some reason. Remembering folks that we’ve lost, things that I wish I’d done. My aunty in Montreal died two weeks ago, about one month after my uncle Ken passed away. She was angry and lonely and lost her will to go on.I held on to her shoulders as the funeral director closed Uncle Ken’s casket before taking him away to be cremated. Her bones were as fragile as a sparrow’s and her flesh as translucent as crepe paper. She kept saying, “I’m all alone My soul-mate is gone.” Her insubstantial body trembled like a tuning fork under my hands and it felt like she’d float away if I didn’t press down. I knew she wouldn’t be with us for…

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