My auntie

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My auntie, my bestfriend

Submitted: December 14, 2012

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About 2 or 3 years ago my auntie died, at this time I was on holiday with my family. My auntie Rena was about 66 years old, she was poorly and was in a care home in Dalbeattie, just about half an hour from where we lived so we could visit her when she wanted us. So a couple days before we left for Turkey we went to go and see her,she hated being in the home away from her cats,Poppy and Panzee, she loved animals. She had a dog named Lucky, she loved that dog to pieces and she was devastated when Lucky died. That's when she got the cats to stop her feeling lonely,she would never go out even though she paid for a ramp? Haha. When we went to visit her at the care home she kept saying 'be safe and have a good time' we promised her we would send a postcard so she could see we were ok. She never bothered about herself, just other people,me and my sister would visit her every Saturday and Sunday. She made us soup,the best bacon rolls,and we always had a roast at 3 O'clock on Sundays! She gave us money even though we never needed it, always made sure we were ok, she offered to pay for my gymnastics training which was about £30 a month! She was always supportive of my gymnastics, always wanted me to do well, I'm glad I made her proud when I told her I came first out of 100 gymnasts, I hope I did. Anyways, we set off for holiday and It was amazing, I think it was 3 days before we left I was in the pool having an amazing time, I made some new friends and I was loving life,then my dad came over. He said 'Kirsty get out the pool' I said 'why' and then he explained to me that my auntie Rena had died. As I was heading back to the apartment it hit me that I would never see her again, I broke down,But I realised that my mum was in the apartment and I had to stay strong. When I got in my mum was laying in the bed crying her eyes out, I just went up and hugged her but she couldn't stop, my sister headed back to the pool,she wanted to be alone and my dad kept pacing. Mum was debating to go back home early but we decided not to, once we got home I wrote all the things I loved about my auntie, then the day came for her funeral.. Literally hell for me. There were quite a lot of people there,not surprised because she was such a lovely,kind human being. Never judged anyone, although she did at times:') she wasn't the type to hold back and say what people were thinking but that's what I loved about her. I sat at the front beside my dad, staring at the coffin, I tried to hold in the tears as the minister was talking, and I couldn't hold it in anymore, the tears were streaming down my face,I couldn't stop. I couldn't deal with the fact my auntie was right in front of me,not breathing. And I couldn't do anything about it, lifeless. I was depressed for ages, cried almost every night and couldn't get used to the fact I wasn't EVER going to see her again, never going to hers at the weekends. When we went to the cemetary, her coffin going down slowly, it sunk in. We put the post card in the coffin, we promised her one so she knew we were safe, I think of my auntie Rena every single day and will never forget her humor,her laugh,her house,her sense of joy when you were upset,her sense of sarcasm that would put a smile on your face every time. The cats live with my grampa now, so they're safe! I've broke down crying about 5 times while writing this, I realise how much I've wrote:/ but I just had to write this all down, I miss her so much. I love you always auntie Rena and I know you're always with me.


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