My aunt was like a second mother to me and my sisters. A second home 10 minutes away from our real home. She never had any children so we were blessed with all of her stories of traveling and all of her presents from around the world. She is 80 now and every year she is more and more aware of the time she has left. I love and hate going there at the same time. I'm flooded with memories as soon as I walk in and I love that. By the time I am driving away on the Mass Pike my throat feels like I'm in a choke hold and knowing that time passes and people know that and I can really feel that she is feeling that and that it is so real. Boy, I hate time. The kids are definitely sleeping in our bed tonight. Here are a few photos of their home.

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