Thinking about my aunts

It's hard for me to think about my aunts. They were beautiful, but not happy -- unhappy most the time? Is that accurate? They didn't age well. They had bad husbands, for the most part. None of them accomplished personal goals. There's only one of them alive and one of her sons died a few years ago.

I miss the idea of a family: having coffee around a big table, talking, arguing, exchanging recipes. Oh, those (good) old times.