It was just over two weeks ago that I wrote this, yet it feels like so long ago.
I’m sad to say that my aunt finally lost her battle with cancer last night.
My uncle was by her side last week, and said this to me a few hours ago:
“She fought so hard… yet it still beat her. If you had seen her willpower & positive attitude until the very end, it would’ve inspired you and it makes the reality even harder to take.”
She is finally at peace, yet I can’t help but be full of regret. I never took her up on her many invitations to visit her in Paris, the city she so dearly loved. My excuse was always, “It’s too much money for us right now, maybe next summer…” year after year. I have a book that’s been sitting on my dining room table for months, with a Post-It note on it that says “For Annie”. Yet I was too lazy to make a trip to the post office.
I could go on and on, but instead I’ll try to focus on the memories.
Annie had one of those personalities that just lit up a room. The last time I talked to her was over Skype; she talked to my girls about their love for Elmo and was proud to show me her hair was growing back after a chemo treatment. I’ll never forget her beautiful smile, and just hope I can be as graceful, strong, and brave when my time comes.
I’ll miss her tremendously.