Last Saturday my Aunt Diane stopped by to bring me something I had left at our family get-together on Labor Day.
We sat on my back porch, a light cool breeze keeping us company. We talked about playing cards on our fall break, picking back up from our weekly summer card nights.
That night I sent a group text with a countdown of the days - 25 to be exact.
That was the last time I talked to her. She had a heart attack the next afternoon and passed away Wednesday morning, the same day I found this poem. It speaks to my heart and is a gentle reminder of how easy it is to lose those we love. I don't write this post for sympathy. I write this to remind you how each day is a gift.
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