I can’t believe you’re not here today on what would have been your birthday. Two months have passed since you were suddenly taken from us and I still can’t really believe it. My funny, caring, lovely aunty should still be around, bringing us joy every time we’d come together.
Like I said about my grandad, God obviously knew that it was your time to go and He has his reasons, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Although death is inevitable for all of us, I never, ever expected that your life would be snatched away – definitely not at this time anyway.
I wanted to celebrate more family birthdays, family gatherings and of course, your birthdays, at your house. I wanted to hear more of your stories, told in your unique way, in that husky voice I love so much. I wanted to be able to see you rush around the kitchen, tell me what was in each dish and then sit down to eat your dinner once we all got our fill. I wanted to be able to smile and laugh at all of the reading glasses you had scattered around, but now all I have is the memories.
Reminders of your birthday have popped up, and it makes me sad to think that I can’t send you a birthday message and look forward to your quirky reply back. You used to say that the best people are born in August and you were definitely one of those. It also makes me sad as I get closer to my birthday, because I know that I won’t have a message from you now.
I can’t believe that I have to get used to August without you too and it breaks my heart, but I feel so lucky to be able to say that I shared this month with Aunty Joce. I miss having you around and I hope you know how much I loved you and appreciated the time we spent together. You were the best and you’ve got also got a piece of my heart. I love you always and forever.