Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My cousin texted me that his mother, my aunt is dying. She was a firecracker, and political, the right wing kind. But she had a huge heart, and when my brother died, she called me in Texas and her conversation comforted me so much. Her son and I are close, and he and I have visited many times. He and his wife flew out to my younger daughter's and then younger son's weddings. He is an amazing man and that is partly his parents. His dad was my mother's favorite sibling, except for an older sister. My aunt has had a life of blessings and joys, and her joie de vivre animaated everyone around her. My cousin and I start talking and cannot stop. We laugh and tease and he is the best of my mother's huge family. Our politicas even align. I think he's ready to let her go, but that doesn't mean he won't be sad. He was a great son, and spent every Friday night at her house and took her out to dinner, then drove home many miles the next day. A devoted son. And she will live on in him, his three children and seven granddaughters.