I have never been good with goodbyes. I believe that everywhere you go you leave a piece of yourself behind. I also believe when you meet people you give them a piece of you. So when you say goodbye to someone it is saying goodbye to yourself. Then if that person dies, so does a piece of yourself.
Recently I lost a family member... so I have been a bit sad. Crying without the prompt of a duracell commercial. Just a little.
But I'm not sure how to really process this. I want to say there is a better place, but I don't believe it.
So All I really have to say is....
goodbye, Aunt. I know with your death a piece of me dies, but I still carry a piece of you.
