The passing of a piece of my life.

My Aunt Norene is one of the people in my life that seemed like a constant. More real in my memories than you'd expect from someone who for most of my life lived so far away. I grew up in Pocatello. My Aunt Norene and her seven girls were in Seattle. When I was five I went with my dad and Grandma Hatch to visit for a week. Aunt Norene was married to Uncle Vail then. They had a white house on a hill that had a 'den' down the hall. Very modern—like the Brady Bunch. That visit has left pieces of...