update 5

aunt bert died this morning.  of course when i talk to anyone around here, it’s that she “passed,” as it is the polite way of saying it in the south.  they asked her this morning if she wanted more medicine to help make her feel better and she said no.  she knew she had to die to get to where she wanted to go.

just in case you were wondering, the last conversation people had with her were about 4 topics:
1). her late husband (uncle clyde)
2). her house in the mountains (and all the glories that go with it like mountain butter mmmmmm)
3). her garden behind her house (it’s actually quite awesome… three rows of blueberry bushes we pick each summer, and a path that walks through flowering bushes that are taller than you are), and finally
4). squash casserole