Dear Aunt A___,
This morning I heard about your passing last night. After being so independent your whole life, struggling with an illness that made you dependent on others had to have been of the hardest things to accept. In my mind’s eye, I always see you as independent, strong, caring, giving, smart, generous, and kind. You were hell on wheels and a force to be reckoned with, but at the same time you were the sweetest, kindest, most caring person.
Dad respected and loved you. Whenever he talked about you, there was always this light in his eyes, and I could tell that he was remembering times spent with you when he was growing up–happy times, good times. Those times when you, and/or Uncle L___ taught him how to fish, to hunt, when you were plowing the fields or when you showed him how or helped him. Those times…
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