I would have missed this entirely if I hadn't accidentally clicked on your name, instead of the title, from a front page article and was taken to your journal. I would have felt badly not to have seen it, because you are one of my favorite DUers, and I hope you know that.
Your commemoration here makes it clear that you loved her very much, and I'm so sorry she has moved on and you're missing her. Anyone who has lost a loved one knows how "beyond us" grief is, how much bigger than us. I think of it as a journey, a sad/happy path we have no choice but to follow, as it does what it needs to do. I didn't have loving parents, but I've had loving friends, and the loss of too many of them, at too young an age, has been a real "carving out" for me. Two, in particular, who have been gone for seven and eleven years respectively, are strongly in my heart to this day, and I hear myself murmuring , "I miss you" at various times, and at other times just feel their loving presence. So, they never totally leave, and you never stop missing them, and I think it is just a part of life.
Your photographic essay for your mom and her sister is thoughtful and charming. It's wonderful they had each other all those years, and one had such an observant, caring child. A smart, clever, funny one, too -- which must have been really nice for her.
Take care, Spitfire. 
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