When distance is hard

I'm aware of the fact that there is a literal ocean between me and the ones I love, but sometimes I forget. I'm the kind of person who, for the most part, is where she is. (Profound, I know). What I mean, is that whether I'm next door, down the street or on the other side of the planet, the place where I am at that moment is the place that has my attention. Especially now with the technology that is available, I can open up my computer, turn on my webcam have a face-to-face conversation with a friend who is thousands of miles away, or watch my niece and nephews open their Christmas gifts. Granted, it's not my preference for watching them open their gifts, but under the circumstances, I'll take that any day over not watching at all. So, basically what I'm saying is that I don't really think about the distance that much...except today.

Today I found out that my aunt died. We knew it was going to happen soon and we're so thankful that it was not a long and drawn out process. I'm glad she belongs to Jesus and is with Him now. I'm glad that she is finally experiencing peace. I'm glad that she will never have to have another invasive dialysis procedure, and I like knowing that she's probably dancing right now. But of course, I'm sad too. I'm sad for my dad, my uncle, and my other aunt who lost a sister. Their memories of her stretch far beyond mine, and I know they are grieving. I wish I could give my dad a hug today. Today I feel the distance.