Wearing Black

It is without a doubt that my favoured colour is black. Yet right now, I wish that my next reason to wear black did not exist.

My aunt is dying. Seriously. As in like a given number of days left.

It is such a stark reminder that we  are all grown now. No longer the young ones running rings around our parents and grandparents.

If there was anything that I could do, I would take this away from my cousins. Cos I know when it is my turn, I wouldn't want to walk it.

But there is nothing we can do except hold their hands and hold them up as we say goodbye.