This is the first time in a while that I'm not posting anything, besides this, for the week. My head has been in a dark place.
An aunt of mine passed away last weekend. She was my grandmother's brother's wife. She's lived a long life and has left behind a loving family. But it doesn't make it easier.
From Kindergarten through eighth grade, I went to the same Catholic elementary school. Almost every day, I saw my aunt Emily. She lived across the street from the Church of our school. Mostly when I saw her, she was out watering her garden and was one of the sweetest people you've ever met. At least to me.
When I went to high school, I saw her less. Occasionally after Church on Sundays, family reunions, the occasional visit, and whatnot.
Then in 2005, my family was thrown all over the place thanks to Hurricane Katrina. Her and her husband moved to Arizona to be closer to one of her children and grandchildren. I saw her at my wedding in 2006, but I haven't seen her since then. I know she was surrounded by her family when she passed, and I hope she knows how dear she was to me. Death is always harder on the survivors.