It's still HER house

Went to a party at my aunt's house today. Small fact being my aunt died last November, but it's still her house. Always will be. Her granddaughter lives on the top floor, her daughters next door. My aunt's house is still utilized for social occasions...retaining its traditional Meeting Place status. It was the first party I'd been to there since she died. I kept expecting to look up and see her or hear her. No such luck. It's an excruciating cliche, but her presence could SO be felt. Same piles of food on the dining room table, same singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY, same opening of gifts in the living room. No aunt, though.