Oh, fuck.

I just spent the last hour re-reading See Under: Clue, Getting A. by abundantlyqueer, and now I'm a blubbering mess. That series is just so fucking beautiful, I can't stand it. I'm not a sappy romantic, really, but the way she wrote them falling in love was fucking amazing.

This is one of my favourite bits. It's from Part Ten.

( It's fucking gorgeous. )

FuckCount: 5

Aunt Peach.

My Great Aunt Mayetta died yesterday. We all called her Aunt Peach, for reasons I'll never know, and she really was a peach.

She and my uncle Bob lived in the same house for probably 50 years, and it was always the most beautiful place I could imagine. She kept it so well; gorgeous artwork and beautiful antique furniture passed down through the generations. Uncle Bob had a lift put in just so she wouldn't have to climb all the stairs. He always took care of her like that.

Every holiday, even on the silliest ones, Aunt Peach and Uncle Bob sent humorous cards and £5 notes to all of us. She believed in God, but never made you feel bad for not going to church; she rarely went herself. She was elegant and cheeky at the same time, and you couldn't help but be in good spirits around her.

She lived next door to her sister, Rubye, and her brother, Eddie, and they all three took care of one another. A few years ago, Uncle Eddie passed away, and Aunt Muggs (Rubye) was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. All of the other siblings had passed on long before, and so Aunt Peach was left to be the strong one. I doubt that Aunt Muggs even knows that her sister was ill, that the cancer she tried so hard to fight finally won.

Slàn leat, Aunt Peach. Tha gradh agam ort.