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    Forwarding Address 28 years-old human... Pancreatitis Depressed
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April 18, 2004 - 8:52 pm I am not there, I do not sleep Dear Aunt N, I remember visiting you when I was very young, I remember your sofa had lace doilies on the arms, and mum and dad drank tea in your living room, which overlooked the Clyde. I remember you were a little white haired lady, and that you were kind. Your hallway had antique rugs. My more recent memories are of your letters. When I wrote to say I had got engaged I remember I cried when you wrote back and told me how happy you were married to your husband, I know he was the love of your life, I know your life together was tragically cut short. I remember you at my wedding, and how two months before you had sent down from Scotland the tea set that had belonged to my grandmother, the grandmother I never met but wish I had, but she died a month before I was born. I remember you smiled on our wedding day and that you told us Gran would have been proud, I know that you wished us the best happiness in the world for the rest of our lives together. I remember you well, Aunt N, I remember you fondly and with love. I remember you were gracious, graceful, selfless and good. I hope I can be like you one day. I remember Saturday afternoon just gone, when dad called me with the news. Goodbye Aunt N, God bless and keep you well. All my love, Your loving Niece, A xx |
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