Days after my wonderful aunt died of cancer, we stayed in Arlington for 4 days. We’d come in after lunch, then leave late at night. We’re a happy, loud, and very close family so you’d think moving on would be easy. I’ve moved on, but I really miss her. As we tell each other our regrets, it’s like we’re digging deeper.
Moments before she passed away, I remember looking at her beautiful hands. They still had color. Her soul’s more beautiful than any physical feature she had. She gave us everything we didn’t ask for, but secretly wanted.
2 months after her death, I read a post from my cousin that’s full of regret. It made me miss her more.