On Thursday afternoon, as I was doing the semi-regular vanity google search on my own name, I learned that my aunt, who is also my godmother, had died. My mother, who has the same name, was listed as a survivor in the funeral notice.

I need to check through letters that my mom has sent me for this information - she was not close to her half-sister and Aunt Peggy had been poorly for some time, but the family grapevine isn't too bad - but this feels weird.

Aunt Peggy was buried from an Episcopal church. I read through the offices for the dead in the BCP en route to see Jim Wallis at Grace, and then again in the pews as I arrived in plenty of time.