I lie awake in bed and think. Where are you now? Can you see? Hear? Feel? Taste? Are you afraid or happy? Not knowing is the worst…it makes me think even more. Somehow I hope you feel peace…I know it sounds like a cliché, but I really do. I hope you can look at us from above..and shine on us!
You were my friend, my aunt, my mother, my father…for over a year…you took care o me when I was sick and made me happy when I was down..I only physically met you at the age of 10, but somehow I feel like I’ve known you my entire life. I cannot recall a time where you weren’t present, where you didn’t exist. You were miles and miles away and yet so close…
You taught me to get loose…not to care so much, not to hurt and feel pain. You told me stories and made me laugh. You were a child in a grown woman’s body. So much like him…
You raised five great children who came to be great men. You taught with love and understanding. You were loved by your husband. You loved animals and were loved by them as well.
You had a great life. And somehow…I feel it wasn’t enough.
I did not have enough time with you.
I wanted to know you more…to hear your laugh just one more time…for one more second.
I wanted to call you and tell you I love you.
I wanted you to tell me more stories from after the war, all those things you and my Dad made…all those tricks you played on people.
I wanted to have one more chance…just one more chance to hug you and tell you you would get through with it.
But you didn’t. And now you’re gone. Forever. I will never see you again or hear you laugh or be able to tell you I will never forget you. Ever. Because you were great. I will never be able to tell how proud I was to be you niece…to be able to say I was you blood…that I was a part of you and you a part of me.
We will never forget you.
