I was chatting with my mom yesterday – vocalizing my frustration with something; I think it was tax-related – when my mom said, “I have some sad news.”
Turns out my great-aunt Milda passed away the day before.
It’s sad, but not heartbreaking, and certainly not surprising. The woman had just turned 102 (earlier this spring).
Whether people liked her or not, she lived a long life, a decent life. I have no idea what the cause might’ve been, other than old age. If she went to sleep and never woke up, I can’t think of a better way to go.
I’m fortunate and glad I made the effort to visit her a few years back. At the height of my family research obsession, the answers she gave me might have been miniscule, but they told me the research I’d been doing on my own was on the right track.
And now the last branch of my grandfather’s part of the family tree has fallen. This may very well mean I’ve done all I can do with respect to my enigmatic great-aunt Ellen. Who knows?
But for now, I’ll say: Rest in peace, Milda.