Words mean nothing to the dead. So what do I do with all the "I love you"s inside me? What do I do with: "Where would we be without you?" "What would we do without you?" "Thank you so much." "This means so much to us." "You are truly a blessing." "We need you." "I want to be like you." "You're my favorite aunt." "You have such fine taste." "I admire you." "You're beautiful." The words aren't just bottled up. They rot and choke me with their poison. They fester. And it is all my fault because I should have said them in the first place.
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CY, I wish you were here!!! You're right, it is comforting that Tita Baby is no longer in pain. She was in a lot of pain before she died. I miss her. I want her back!
Kerrie, you are so sweet, so nice. Thank you so much! I definitely need all the prayers I can get.
Cyam is right: Your aunt is in a good place now.
Honor her memory and all the love she inspired by being a reflection of what you saw in her and when you gather together to mourn and remember you will find that everyone carries thoughts, ideas, anecdotes and resemblances of her.
Your unspoken words are not poison. Let them out. They have a new purpose; tell us all about Tita Baby, so we can know her, share your loss and be inspired by her.
And ((hugs)) for you Tarie, because you need support and comfort. I love you.