I'm taking my two daughters and my son

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to see my Dad's sister on Sunday.

It feels awkward, but it also feels right.

This is my children's last chance to meet my Dad's side of the family, and it's also my aunt's last chance to see her brother's grandchildren. She's terminal and doesn't have much time left.

I'm a big believer in family, a big believer in love, a big believer in hope and a big believer in forgiveness.

She also was the only member on my dad's side that I've ever felt comfortable with. I lived with her for a few weeks while my mom was hospitalized.

In spite of it all, it is hitting me emotionally. I don't know how to describe it. It's bittersweet. It's relief, yet pain. It's happiness yet sadness. It's forgiveness, yet sorrow.