I really hate to make my 3rd post so depressing.
These last two weeks have been tough.
It is the 11 year anniversary of my aunts death.
It is hard to believe she was only a year older than I am now when she passed away.
It makes you realize how, no matter how old you are it can all vanish in an instant.
I still have a hard time coping with her death. She died when I was 11, she was my saviour.
When my father would go on his little trippy living self induced travels, and my mom was not home. She was always there to take care of me.
She was always so strong, and she worked so hard.
I love her dearly.
R.I.P. Aunt Jincie.
