My dearest Aunt Abby- you spoke truth and didn't hold back. You were a phenomenal cook and baker... you knew how to make good out of bad. You were my mom's best friend. I aspire to your unabashed fearlessness and wish I could have traveled the world with you. I wish I could remember the last time I saw you. I wish you laugh was not already fleeting from my memory. I wish you were here yelling the truth, grabbing your crotch in a way only you could, living with abandon. I miss you. I am raw.
Please hold my Aunt in your thoughts... Last night after a day spent swimming and sunning and reading and eating and drinking coffee and going for a walk at sunset she passed away in her sleep. A beautiful, poetic, merciful way to go. Twenty fucking years too early. I cannot believe she is gone.
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I celebrate your crotch-grabbing aunt, and send you my love. May her memory be a blessing and a source of laughter and full-of-life-ness.
Just checking in on you.
I'm so sorry.
And I feel the fire in your words, honoring this woman who lived so alive.
Seeing you here, in your rawness, offering whatever space I can, from here, for you to just be here, as long as you need to.
Hey, Anna - When's your birthday?
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