This First Person column is written by Mary Gellner, who lives in Ottawa. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.
The day before her meticulously scheduled death, my aunt greeted me in her pink tracksuit, which read, “Great things to come.”
She opened the door to my mom and I who arrived in Sutton, Ont., after a nearly four-hour drive from Ottawa, and when I saw her, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I settled in the middle with a smile and tears. My aunt was blind, and I figured she wouldn’t notice.
“Did you choose the shirt intentionally?”
