The twelfth of twelve

I attended my Aunt Lupe's wake on December 1, 2012.  She was the twelfth of twelve children.  She was my mother's last living sibling.  I doubt she ever knew this, but I felt I had a special connection to her. I am the twelfth of twelve.  I wish I had told her so.   I was hoping to see her during the holidays and had planned to do so with my girls. 
It is again one of those life lessons that reminds me that I should not put off what is on my mind and heart.

Guadalupe Davilla Charles 1926-2012