February has always been an odd little month, hasn’t it, usually perched between winter and spring, Christmas and Lent. I’ve been in a bit of a liminal space myself, honestly, these past few weeks. Some of you may remember me talking about my Aunt Ellen on Instagram—about how she is a joy and a treasure, the funniest, smartest, most generous and genuinely fun person you could imagine. About how she and my mom are two peas in a pod, and how I spent a good chunk of my childhood listening to them laugh from the backseat as we went on endless adventures together. About her sixth round of chemo following her diagnosis in 2016. About how in August we learned that she is out of options.
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Oh honey, you have gladdened my soul.