Wednesday, August 31, 2005
MY LETTER
The funeral for my aunty is this Friday. This afternoon her daughter rang me and asked me to read th eletter I wrote to my aunty a week ago. She said if I don't want to the celebrant will do it. That seems wrong to me so I said I would. Now I have just got on my computer and read the letter I wrote, a bit worried about it now. I am sharing it with you guys because you have been so supportive. You are like my audition. I just hope it is the right thing to do to read it at the funeral. I never meant for it to be made public.
Dear Aunty Brenda,
Just wanted to tell you some things I need to tell you. Many of my fondest childhood memories have you in them. You were always there for me with your open arms and your open heart making sure that I felt part of your family. You and Uncle Jack made me feel safe and loved. You treated me as if I was your own child. Told me off if I was naughty, cuddled me if I was sad. When I was very sick you nursed me through the night and yelled at the doctors until they accepted your diagnosis.
Your home was a happy place with lots of laughter and good times and I loved being there. I still have a chuckle when I remember how feisty you were. Whether telling off the butcher or letting Uncle Jack fall asleep in his mashed potatoes you were always entertaining. Stubborn, yes, outspoken, sometimes, but never a whinger. You have always had that joyful sense of humour.
You accepted me and others with all our faults, said your piece but held no grudges. You gave your love unconditionally. I still think of those times when I settle down late at night and wish I had the toast fingers or ice cream with chocolate topping you used to make for me. I remember the outfit you made me for my first dance and the first bikini you made me when I was only about 5. I remember the Christmases that you made so special for me and the family trips to the beach.
My big regret as an adult is that we drifted apart when I grew up. A busy life and family got in the way and I should not have let it. All this time, though my visits have been too far apart, you have stayed in my heart just as Uncle Jack has.
When you leave us you will still be living on in my heart and memories and in those others you loved. I hope you know how much you are loved and how much I know that you helped make me the person I am today.
You showed me that a woman can be strong and assertive, you showed me how a child can be made to feel safe and secure, and you showed me how love can be non judgmental. You showed me how to be a mother.
Thank you for everything. When you have to go, go peacefully and give Uncle Jack a big kiss for me.Love Michelle.
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4:49 am ::
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