I just received a call from my mom telling me that my Aunt Anna has died. When Cecilia’s dad died, I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to her. Now that my aunt has died I can’t think of a thing to say to myself either. In the past when major things happened in my life it was almost as if it weren’t real, as though it were a movie I could just back it up to the point before it happened, or reload my savegame and try again. This time, though, the absolute finality of it all is very apparent to me. It is very real that the older generation will pass on, the younger generation will grow old, and a new generation will spring up to replace it.