Stayed over at my Aunt Karen's the weekend that my parents were out of town--the weekend she chose to take her life since my mom wouldn't be in town to try and stop her. I know I've mentioned this before, and I don't really blame myself anymore, because I know that people who want to do that are going to do it one way or another. If anything it would have been a stall with how sick she was. Still, if nothing else, it would be nice to have one last memory of she and I doing something fun together. After the funeral, I realized I couldn't remember the last time we'd spent a day together. She was always too afraid/unhappy to leave her house. That's the one thing I'd go back and change, even if I'd have spend the whole weekend with her head in my lap, letting her cry.