In Memoria

My Aunt Elaine was my great aunt. She was the aunt of my aunts. She was the closest thing to a grandmother that I know. She was homemade ice cream. She was rice wine vinegar. She was liverwurst and German cold cuts with fresh mozzarella. She was the best banana bread I have ever had. She was a bicycle and English classes with Japanese ladies. She was the house I stayed at the night before I moved into my freshman dorm. She was the chairs I sat on in my kitchen. She was my mother's ancestral world. Wherever she rests now, in peace, it will be a home.