Tuesday, April 26, 2011
They say it gets easier,
But, I don't agree.
The further I get from the last time I saw you,
The further away you seem from me.
My most favorite Aunt passed away two years ago today. I miss her terribly. And it doesn't get easier for me. It gets harder.
There are no new stories to tell. And I'm afraid our old stories will fade in my memory.
She was the one family member, outside of my Mom, who was there for me when I got sick.
My father lived in the same house, and never found his way to the hospital.
She lived in California, and flew here, to help me recover.
I only wish, I could have saved her, like she saved me.
I'll miss you forever, AA. My favorite.