My aunt Mary passed away on August 17 this year.   She was my godmother, who I lived with on and off for the first thirty-three years of my life.   She gave birth to my two cousins Eddie and Tim, and also to Erin, who is the same as sister to me.  We knew she was going to pass towards the end, which didn’t make it easier but did allow us to confront the pain and anger of life’s unfairness in a present, expected way, versus the sudden stunned shock that I have seen last for months and months in friends who lose parents unexpectedly. I have been stomaching…