Ma used to say that she liked to think of everyone we'd lost sitting on the beach at Sagelots, having a picnic and looking down at us. I like that image too, but I'd like to think of it as more of a party: there are guitars, and people racing boats out on the water, and everybody else chatting and laughing on the shore. It's cocktail hour, and there are drinks for those who want them.

Aunt Peggy was an amazing person. Her presence was a gift. I'll always think of her as being an integral part of our shared favorite place in the world. And I'll miss her a lot.