So I made a decision. It was a pretty ballsy decision. Even for me,
especially given my history of letting others run things. Made mommy
smile. And then she offered me a gem from daddy. He's evidently said, on
a number of occasions, that I remind him of my Aunt Cheryl. I can't not
be happy about that. To think that I've somehow embodied the
personality and spirit that she carried with her. The one person I
wanted to be growing up was Aunt Cheryl. When she went back to
California, I asked my parents if I could go with her. How different my
life would have been if I had. How different hers would have been. Maybe
she'd still be around. If only.
...She had too much spirit to go as early as she did
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