I just heard the news that a cousin in Washington, D.C. has died. I'd only met him two or three times; he was my mother's first cousin, the youngest of two brothers, not too much older than myself. It's sad. My great aunt, his mother, died on September 8, 2001, three days before the collapse of the WTC in NY. My mother is understandably shocked. She's waiting to compose herself before calling her 92 year old aunt who was close to David. It's another reminder of the fragility & shortness of life.
It's a reminder, too, that we need to visit my great aunt again, preferable before her 93rd birthday, and to arrange a visit for my little niece with her surviving great grandmother.