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Three Months without you, Aunt Claud. šŸ’›

Aunt Claud, it’s been three months without you here. . .

Three months of missing you, being angry, laughing at the memories, and crying rivers of tears. . .


I keep ripping open the scabs on my broken heart but there are some wounds I don’t know that I will ever let heal.

I keep hoping to wake up from this nightmare; for you to walk across the street yelling ā€œgotcha, that wasn’t real.ā€


I look for you in places and faces we used to go.

I pause when I walk in not seeing your bright light glow.


I’ve told a thousand stories with you being the star of the show.

Even if they didn’t get the chance to meet you; I want the world to know.


To know the love you had for just about everyone you would meet.

To know the joy in your eyes after the first snow while you made Angels in the street.


I want the world to hear the stories full of laughter, love and light.

No matter the darkness that surrounded you shined so bright.


My world is not the same, so much is different & we can’t hit rewind, or change that you’re not here.

So as the days keep going and nights roll in, I’ll keep your memory alive and have just one more beer.


Desiree Angelica Young

12/10/2023

I’m no stranger to loss, or grief. If you’ve read past blog posts you know that. . . And grief still lurks in the darkness, lying in wait for me to stumble into it, every time I trip into a dark room.

It’s been three months since this world became a little darker, a little quieter, and a lot less full of love and laughter.

Not a single day has gone by that I haven’t missed her hugs, love and always having her in my corner.

Not a single day has passed by since she left this world that I haven’t wanted to share something with her, or haven’t told a story about her crazy jokes or antics.

Not a single day has gone by that I haven’t wanted to shout inappropriate things crossed the street so she’d come hang on the porch for a while.

Not a single day has passed that I haven’t asked questions or felt anger that she is gone and we will never have answers.

Not a single day has gone by that I haven’t been eternally thankful for the time I had with her as my Aunt, neighbor and friend.

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