I still can't bring myself to write about my aunt's death. She brought me up since I was a baby. It doesn't seem real she is no longer with us. For all my life, she has always been there for me. She loves me unconditionally.
Things have gone back to normal after the cremation on Saturday. We have all gone back to our daily routine. Yet I feel something missing in my life. There's a gap I can't quite fill. I have many things I still want to do with her and things I want to share with her.
I have not even told her how much I love her and how much she meant to me. I am forever grateful to her. Without her, I won't be who I am today.