My aunt died today. Every memory that I have of her has all of a sudden come to my head. I always feared her as a child. She was a corrections officer for Rikers Island for all of my life. She carried herself like one too. Although we grew apart as I got older, you never want to see anyone in your family go. I guess that's where I am now. Trying to deal with the fact that I will never hear that voice again; and wishing I had heard it more often.