So my mom's last remaining sibling Gladys died yesterday, at age 95. She had a good end, but I have to wonder about what my mom (89 this year) feels, having outlived all TEN of her brothers and sisters. Your own continued existence is one more thing to make sense of in a long life. Ma has survived plenty, but it's poignant to think of her being the last of that generation of Hayneses.
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