She Was My Aunt

I had not seen her in years

Her hair was gray

Though it had always been that way

At least to me

You see

Her face was lined and aged

Her glasses long gone away

Her eye sight remained true

And she still knew

Who she was talking to

But now she’s gone

Though not alone

She’s preceded by others she loves

And now she’ll be born away

Upon the wings of doves

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My aunt passed away August 1, 2015 in the late afternoon, though we did not hear of it until the following Sunday. She’s my mother’s only sister and though they had not been close for a number of years, we had started visiting with her more in the last few years when my cousin Rebecca died. Mom was able to visit her sister one last time before she passed.

No matter what has happened in the past, she was my aunt.