My Aunt..
Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:23 pm
She wasn't just any aunt or any woman.
She was actually my great-aunt. My grandmothers sister. But we have spent the past 7 years getting to know one another and becoming close to each other, in a way I hadn't experienced with a family member before. I wasn't really close with anyone in my family..my family was..disfunctional at best. And I was the odd one out. I had always wondered if I was adopted, because I am so opposite from my family, and was always the one who didn't really fit.
But than I met my Aunt, through letters we began to correspond. (we had only met each other once, when I was five years old. She lived in a different province) Not emails, but letters! (the mind boggles people can still use pen and paper these days, I know) I wrote to her every week, up until about two years ago. (which I am obviously dreadfully guilty about, having lost contact) And I discovered the family in her I always longed for. Someone who was like me! We had heaps in common and were a lot alike in many ways. I enjoyed every word she ever wrote..and I would check the mail everyday, in anticipation for the next letter. She gave me something to look forward to back in a time where there was little to be happy about. And I will always appreciate that, as well as everything about her. Cancer may have taken her away, but she will never be gone. I'll have her with me always and do what I can to make her proud. I'm happy for her, that she no longer has to suffer as she has been for so long and hope she can find the peace she deserved for so long.
I am having issues feeling also guilty about having not been able to travel to Quebec to visit with her, as she had invited me many times before. The one time my mom and I had planned to go, was when my health had gotten worse..and than my mom said we shouldn't go, in case i took ill while we were there or driving there, etc. I tried to persuade her I would befine but it didn't work, and so we didn't end up going.
She was actually my great-aunt. My grandmothers sister. But we have spent the past 7 years getting to know one another and becoming close to each other, in a way I hadn't experienced with a family member before. I wasn't really close with anyone in my family..my family was..disfunctional at best. And I was the odd one out. I had always wondered if I was adopted, because I am so opposite from my family, and was always the one who didn't really fit.
But than I met my Aunt, through letters we began to correspond. (we had only met each other once, when I was five years old. She lived in a different province) Not emails, but letters! (the mind boggles people can still use pen and paper these days, I know) I wrote to her every week, up until about two years ago. (which I am obviously dreadfully guilty about, having lost contact) And I discovered the family in her I always longed for. Someone who was like me! We had heaps in common and were a lot alike in many ways. I enjoyed every word she ever wrote..and I would check the mail everyday, in anticipation for the next letter. She gave me something to look forward to back in a time where there was little to be happy about. And I will always appreciate that, as well as everything about her. Cancer may have taken her away, but she will never be gone. I'll have her with me always and do what I can to make her proud. I'm happy for her, that she no longer has to suffer as she has been for so long and hope she can find the peace she deserved for so long.
I am having issues feeling also guilty about having not been able to travel to Quebec to visit with her, as she had invited me many times before. The one time my mom and I had planned to go, was when my health had gotten worse..and than my mom said we shouldn't go, in case i took ill while we were there or driving there, etc. I tried to persuade her I would befine but it didn't work, and so we didn't end up going.