February 17 would have been my aunt Jill’s 52nd birthday. She died of pancreatic cancer on July 3rd. In honor of her birthday, we served a meal at the hospice house where she stayed at the end of her life. It just so happened to be the same hospice house my grandpa passed away in two days prior to the meal. Because I was focusing on Grandpa, I didn’t get a chance to post anything about it. These are the flowers we displayed at the meal. They were once pretty and pink, but I think it’s finally time to discard them. Sometimes letting go of simple things is so hard. I miss Jill every day, so I can’t even imagine how hard it is for my cousins and my mom. At least we never have to let go of the memories.

1/20 sec., F2.8, ISO 200
55 mm wide-angle lens, no flash fired