every day since July 10th 2019.
Grieving my Auntie has been the hardest thing I have ever done.
and I have been through A LOT in 28 years!
She is 20 years older than me. She lived 48 years. She is so young and full of life.
She was trapped in a broken body. I can't help but wonder where she is now.
I still feel her. It's my worst nightmare now a reality.
Moving away my biggest fear was something happening to her.
I have a few regrets that I am dealing with. I know she holds none of these against me so why do I do this to myself? Have regrets? I remember thinking one day I wanted to call her, I didn't. The next day I took a photo I meant to send her, I never sent it.
One thing I am not good about and I am now working on 28 years too late is communication. I thought of Auntie every day. I hope she knows. I love her more than words. I hope she knows.
I think one of the hardest things is knowing my girls will not really remember her
like I will. They point her out in pictures and I know they remember her now. I wish they could have experienced the Auntie she truly was. She has so many lessons.
She is like my mother. She knew her place well as an Aunt though. Never over stepping but always being there no matter what.
I feel as though she lives on through me. Getting back to my happy place has been easier said than done and for that I am still struggling.
RIP Auntie<3 p="">