My aunt died yesterday after spending her last years in considerable pain. While the news was not completely unexpected, it was still shocking to know that this woman who has been in my life since it began, has now suddenly left it.
When I was young, my Aunt Betty sent us cards with a little money tucked inside on most holidays. (In full disclosure, I still have a Strawberry Shortcake birthday card she sent me when I was in fourth grade because I loved it so much.) She was extremely generous at graduations and weddings. Best of all, whenever we visited her house, she always seemed to have a pack of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies in the freezer.
And yesterday, my Aunt Betty who did all those things, died after suffering a heart attack. Even though I know she’s no longer suffering, even though I know it’s not forever, good-byes suck. Especially good-byes with people you love.
Spring seems to be the season for good-byes. People are graduating and moving on. Or getting married and moving on. Or dying and moving on. Even the spring flowers feel fleeting: here for a few days and then gone.
The old song really seems to have gotten it right: Spring can really hang you up the most.
Good-bye Aunt Betty, until we meet again.