2.5 visits from death this week.

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First, I thought my husband had died. (Long story but he's fine now.) Then a few days later, my aunt died. We had been close for twenty years. She was 92 and told us she was ready to go. I'm going to miss her a lot. That was yesterday. Today I woke up to find my 15 year old cockatiel on the bottom of her cage. We buried her under a tree out front and put a large, pure white stone there as a marker. So, it's been a pretty chitty week so far. My aunt is being buried 3000 miles away and my health doesn't allow me to travel so I can't go to her funeral. Just feeling a little sad. Sorry.