Because I hate goodbyes.

Fifteen long years, thank you for everything.
God bless you, Auntie Leyne.
My eyes are puffy, red and I could barely open them this morning.
Last night was bathed in tears, cried in Borders while looking for her present in the afternoon, and in the car while going home from Parkway, and at the airport.
I'll miss her, so much.

On a more comforting notes,
I finally found the virgin suicides at borders, after searching for it for aeons.
Hooray.