Babycakes

Yesterday morning my Great Aunt Ann passed away. At 75 she was one of those put together, fiesty, classy women who never seemed to age. It still hasn't hit me yet that she's gone.
Tomorrow is the wake, Monday the funeral, and I dread seeing Uncle Bob and all of their children (they had 7, the oldest passed away last year). I especially dread the wake; open caskets do not sit well with me. I'd rather remember Annie Ann the way she was, not stiff and....oh god. I hate thinking about this.

Jared just got back from getting wine and beer, and now we're going to sit and relax and just be together.