My mom texted me at 2:45 am Sunday morning to tell me my Aunt Lynette died. As much as I hoped she would pull through one more time it was not to happen. She will not see her son get married – this coming Friday, she will not make apple strudel, she will not travel as she dreamed. Life is short.
How to put into words what Lynette meant to me? She was loud, she was opinionated, she was kind, she was generous, she was out-spoken, she was funny, she drunk too much, she smoked too much, she loved so much, she wore clothes that never fit right, she was fearless. I loved her very much. I used to call her my second mother, she would embarrass me, she taught me to dance, she taught me how to make coffee, and she taught me to be brave.
She survived so much, a horrific car accident, terrible alcoholism, a rough childhood, some bad boyfriends, ovarian cancer, bad doctors, but in the end the cancer spread to far, and destroyed her brain. I am going to miss her. I will miss her 70’s eye makeup, loud and blue, I will miss her loud jingly bracelets, I will miss her demanding voice, I will miss her total bravery, her bad wig from chemo, her laying out and tanning in a bikini, with pins in her legs, sr.cars all over her face and all swollen from her car accident, still insistent she is beautiful and she was.
This is the bit I hate about being so far from home, I missed my Grandfather’s funeral and I will miss Lynette’s, there is no goodbye for me. I battle with this so much, I want to be home, help my Mom, have seen Lynette just once more to tell her how much I loved he