visitation, realization

Yesterday I saw my Aunt Priscilla. She really isn't mean and bitchy like I pictured her as when I was little. I thought she was a bad person, but she just isn't. She is sweet and extremely helpful. She is a talker though, and a complainer, but that, everyone is. I had a decent talk with her yesterday. She mentioned my mom, and how nobody lives forever, and how people all get too an end because nothing is forever. She is right. I can try and defend a useless tittle all I want, but it is the truth. Like my mother as a representation, she died at age 43. Obviously that isn't ridiculously young, but she is my mother, that is way to early to pass with a teenager. Forever is not forever. Friendships aren't forever, boyfriends aren't forever, life isn't forever. It is what it is.