We learned today that an elderly relative had passed. Ruth Weber was my grandfather's sister's kid - how's that for tracking? She was 96. We attended her 95 birthday party last year. According to her daughter, she was a character to the end. Like all funerals, however, there's that knowledge that death will come, and that mix of fear, longing, and emotion. Ruth looked so unlike herself - her skin shiny like a wax museum sculpture.
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