But sometimes, we survive by leaving this world. But I never gave up hope that she would survive. When I heard the news she had cancer in April, my heart broke. But just like the others, I saw her at all the family gatherings.Īnd just this past October I was blessed to be able to spend a few days with her and my other aunt in Maine. It was a blast!Īs I got older, I lost contact with her in the sense that we didn't see each other as often as we had. I had my high school graduation party at her house. I remember the pool at her house and the dogs and the parties we had there. I remember going to the baby shower for her first baby, my cousin.
I remember going away for the annual ski trip with the family and my brother and I hitching a ride up with her and my then uncle. So I learned to drive before I was 16 on the rocky driveway into the farm and sometimes even on the open roads up there. On those weekly Saturday excursions, she would let me drive her little red car. I rode for 3 years before going to college and not having the time to continue. My love of horses blossomed from then on. When I was 15 she took me to my aunt's farm to start horseback riding again. There are so many fond memories I have of her. It just goes to show that no matter how proactive you are, sometimes, it still gets you. She is also the first in this generation to succumb to Lynch's deadly reach. She was the youngest of my father's siblings, the baby.
She leaves behind 2 beautiful daughters in high school. The past two months she has been hospitalized and this was expected, but not expected.
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