It has taken me awhile to find the time energy and emotion to write this out so that it makes sense and not just ramble (which I will probably do anyways).
Last weekend my Grandma's (mom's mom) sister passed away. My Aunt Marge was the sweetest old lady in the universe. She spent the majority of my life living in Florida and then once her husband died and she was unable to take care of herself she moved back to Ohio and I am so glad she instantly became part of my family. When my grandma called to tell me what happened I was in disbelief. I guess in the back of my mind I knew she was old and not doing well but I never, ever expected her to die. I mean, we just spent Christmas day with her. Crazy!
I have spent the last week processing my feelings and it sounds so cliche but it is so important to make the best out of the life you are given and to spend every possible chance with the people that you love because you have no idea when they will be taken away from you.
I never thought the pink fluffy slippers and beaded bracelet would be the last thing my Aunt Marge gave me, I never thought when I walked out of my Grandma's Christmas afternoon, hugged her goodbye and she gave me (as she always did) a kiss on the cheek that that was the last time I would see her and hug her and tell her that I loved her. I am so sorry that I did not do it more often.
As I sit here and type through tear stricken eyes I know that at least she is not in pain and not sick anymore and I know that I will one day see her again and that she is looking down on me helping me find my way.