A Letter To My Aunt Alice
'You Were Always There'
Dear Nunie,
I don't know why you had to leave us that night. "Oh, the angels have called her home," I've heard them say. I sat crying, stunned at the news. I had known that something happened; it was something big, but I wasn't sure what, or who.
I guess I thought you would always be here; I never questioned it. You were there when I was born. Attended all of my birthday parties and Christmases. You were always there.
I remember when I was ten years old and desperately wanted a cassette of the soundtrack to the movie, 'Grease.' It was my favorite, and I was obsessed. "You'll have to wait until you have your allowance," my mom gently told me. I was a spendthrift, and maybe I did need to wait for it. You overheard this whole conversation, and I saw you taking it in with those piercing blue eyes of yours. I could see that you really understood how important it was to my little soul, how much I needed this thing. You then asked my mom if you could loan me the money to get it now. She said you could, and I was ecstatic. I still learned the lesson I had to learn, but I didn't have to suffer the long wait for my coveted treasure. This is something that aunts are good at- making life a happier place for their kids, their nieces and nephews.
I'll never forget coming to your house for Halloween, and the parties you would have for us there. We looked so forward to these nights, and I cannot even begin to tell you how much. There was always a dazzling array of snacks and things that you had made just for us. Decorations were everywhere, music was playing. It felt like a child's idea of perfection. I think the only time I ever actually bobbed for apples was at your house. I'll always hold these memories dear.
Then, there were the Christmas parties. There was always something amazing, exciting and different that you had created! Jello 1-2-3? Beautiful white Christmas cake with red and green ribbons running through it? How did you ever think of these things, and how did know how much we would love them? There was more than a little magic at play there, as I see it.
You're such a part of the tapestry of my life. My history. The memory of your face is woven like a beautiful golden thread throughout all the important milestones and events, occasions.
You were always there, and I remember.
It's so hard to say goodbye and I'm still not ready to let you go. So let's just say, "see you later, alligator," instead (you WERE after all, the one that taught me to say this when I was 3).
I understand now that you'll always be near me. You'll always be there.
All My Love,
Kristin