Getting old ain't for sissies

Last night my oldest friend, Adele, called to tell me her mother, my "Aunt" Jeannine, had died.  Jeannine was my mother's best friend for almost 50 years and she died almost 6 months to day after my mother passed away. For many years now, I've been going home to Illinois twice a year to visit my Mother & Dad.  Always, my Mom and I would meet Aunt Jeannine and her daughter, Adele, in Princeton for a day of lunch, talking and a little shopping.  It was if we had never been apart and  the talking and laughter never stopped.  At the end of the day, there were hugs and kisses all around and plans made for the next visit.  That visit would have been this summer..  But Adele and I are both so mired in grief we've decided to cancel. And when we do get together it won't be the same - the two most important women in our lives are gone. And even though I'm almost 58 years old, I need and miss my Mom.