People generally live long on dad’s side of the family and Aunt Mildred was no exception. Dad called this evening to let me know that she had died (probably yesterday) at the age of 94. Mildred is my Grand Aunt. She was a (ten year) younger sister to my dad’s mother Mary Burton. Her funeral will be on Saturday in Preston so Nina and I will pick mother and dad up in Soda Springs on Saturday and go with them to Preston for the funeral. There’ll be a lot of family there who I haven’t seen in many, many years. That part should be interesting.

The colds are getting better, just not fast enough! I get downright tired of having a cold long before I’ve worn the germs out. Nina hasn’t been sleeping well and feels that she’s getting pretty grumpy, but so far I haven’t seen that side of her. A good night’s sleep would be very beneficial for both of us. She’s at the prison tonight and should be getting home in the next half hour. Then it’s off to bed and I’ll try to remember what Aunt Mildred looked like! I don’t think I’ve seen her in more than thirty years.