Aunt Annie

Last week I lost someone incredibly important to me, my Aunt Annie. Aunt Annie has been a huge part of my life since the day I was born. She was my godmother and has been with me every step of my life. Growing up, we were always over at her house or she was over at ours because Tony and Ben were our partners in crime. It's actually hard for me to pick out specific memories because there are so many. She always was looking out for me though, saying she had to because I was her goddaughter. She was there for my first communion and Confirmation and graduations. I always will remember her coming over just to pick up her coupons and then staying for hours to talk. Mom and she would slowly move toward the door and then talk there for an hour and then move outside and then talk there for another.

When we got older, we started having girl's nights where we would all get together (mom, Sara, Catherine, me, and Aunt Annie) and have food, drinks, and movies or games. We would choose different themes like Halloween, Christmas cookie baking, game night, Beatles night, Royals games, Harry Potter, and on and on. We had so much fun and I'm so glad we started doing it so she could do girly things since she never had girls.

The last times I had with her were Christmas cookie baking on December 23rd, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day. We all go back in our heads and think, "If I had known those were the last times I had with her, what would I have done differently?" All I can say is that I would have sat next to her and talked to her all day instead of 20 minutes on Christmas. I would have hugged her and told her I loved her even though she was never overly touchy feely. And I wouldn't have left ever.

I swear that I will never forget you. I know I will see you again some day. I know you're happy somewhere out there that I can't see. We miss you. Say hi to grandpa for me.