|My Aunt Donna and I, on my Baptism Day|
My Aunt Donna died yesterday. She was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer less than a month ago. Mother's Day, actually, would be a month since her diagnosis, I believe.
In some ways, my "growing up" family was a bit of a mess. My mother and I haven't spoken in years. And with the disintegration of that relationship, I lost others as well. My aunts, uncles, and cousins were some casualties of that endless battle.
But I do have memories...
I remember my Aunt Donna's laugh.
I remember watching her get dressed up to go "out on the town".
I remember that she was my godmother.
I remember hurting her feelings once when I was a child.
I remember her listening for my answer when she asked me how I was.
I remember how my cousins loved her and how much she loved them back.
I remember her dancing at my wedding.
Other things, too...
I remember slicing my head open on her television when I was being chased by my cousin (who will probably still deny it!)
I remember "spying" on her and my mother from behind the couch--bet they never knew we were there!
I can hear her voice calling me by my childhood nickname--which I hated.
I remember what a rock she was when my grandfather died.
I wish I had stayed in contact with my Aunt Donna. I hope she knows that I remember, and that I cherish my memories of her. I pray that I will see her again one day so I can tell her so.