Aunt Sue was my dear friend, and I think of her every day. We had a lot in common. I look up to her and how she lived her life, serving others, traveling, learning new things. I try to follow in her foot steps: when I have to make big decisions, sometimes I talk to her, asking her what she would do or what she thinks. She has visited me in my dreams, and I always wake up with a whole-body sense that she is nearby and looking out for me. She is the inspiration for the name of Life at Sunset: on the back of her memorial card was the poem by Rumi: "Death has nothing to do with going away. The sun sets. The moon sets. But they are not gone." I miss her so much, but I trust that she's not far.