The aunt we never knews

 Mom said her sister Loretta died at the end of October, 1938.
It was October 27th, seventy-two years ago today.

I think I would have liked Aunt Loretta, and mom wouldn't have felt so alone all those years.

There's a Portuguese word for a sense of missing something or someone you never had.  It's a sense of saudade for the aunt we never knew.