She wasn't supposed to go.
She was too young. Too strong. Too Brave.
She was a fighter. The hardest fighter I know.
Right now I feel numb. There are tears pouring out of my eyes, but I am confused because I don't think this is for real. It can't be for real, because my Aunt Angie always fights back.
Right now I feel as if everything is wrong with this world and that life is twisted and cruel.
My Aunt Angie is gone. There is a hole inside of me and I feel lonely and scared.
Scared of life. Of Death. And of everything in between.