I called my other aunt tonight because she was trying to call me. She is very depressing and negative. She told me how she misses Mary and now that Mary is gone all she has is her nephew John (Mary’s son) and a bunch of grandchildren (she said that after saying how one grandchild wanted her to live with them and they are very close!) That is all she has, she says to me. I suppose I was just a voice—I don’t know! I don’t think she means it. She is just that way.

Mary was different—different from the rest of her family. Mary was my relative if I ever had one.

I miss her.

Mary and I were anomalies.

I was special to her.