The same week that we got the joyous news about our new son, we got the terrible news that my Aunt Pinki (Patricia) had passed away. The youngest of five daughters, she was the one who pushed the envelope, who loved and lived bigger than most. The stories about her life are epic and entertaining; her sense of adventure was not to be outdone. Her loss hits me in waves; it is terrible and too soon and very, very sad.
Sitting with the picture of my future son and the picture of the loved one we have just lost, I know this to be true:
Joy and sorrow grow in the same garden; we would not know one without the other.
I’ll always miss you, Pink.
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