my godmother has been sick for awhile. all summer it has been a roller coaster of health, unsure where the next day would lead. on friday, they took her to hospice. my mother called me later that day when my godmother arrived, so i could tell her i loved her. between my tears and choked up voice, i think she heard me. she’s beyond medicated and completely loopy. she kept thanking me for coming to her party and saying how everyone thinks we’re cousins. it’s hilarious and terribly sad at the same time. today she had my mom call me, although she just told me she couldn’t talk because she was having a party (my grandmother and mom were visiting). she asked me what i was doing and i told her i was cleaning my apartment. her response? “i don’t know what that means, but i’m sure you’re having fun.” oh, auntie. i miss you so much already.