I got a sad email about Aunt Mary Margaret that is apparently dying. The doctor said that the cancer has spread and is probably terminal.
When an aunt on my father’s side falls ill (my grandparent’s generation is reaching that time, so it’s happening quite frequently lately), I typically respond internally by thinking of memories that I’ve had with them or that I might miss them or how much I will.
This one must come from my mother’s side cause I haven’t the faintest idea who it is. That almost always means it’s from that side of the family.