Just how much can a person take? (see how selfish I am?) My heart was shattered when Mark died. Then I found a shattered heart can break even more when my cousin Bill died a month later. Today, I found out even the smallest slivers of a heart can still beat… sort of.
I will always remember how easily Aunt Elaine made me laugh, made me brave, made me feel loved just because I lived. She never expected anything of me except to be me – and be me honestly. She accepted me with all my faults, loved me in spite of them. I only hope she always knew how much I love her and she will always be a part of me.
I cant seem to stop the tears… I’m not going to try anymore.