Today it was two months since my aunt passed away. So much has happened since then. I really can’t believe it’s been that long since she passed away. It really isn’t fair that life goes on so quickly after such an amazing person leaves it. She really loved us all. She wasn’t a public person, but if someone wronged you, she was the first person to say something. She taught me a lot about religion after she passed. At her service the pastor talked about how she felt that her religion is a private thing, not something to be shared with the world. Her relationship with God is between her and her creator. There is no middle man, no one to judge her for the way she rejoices His name. Just her and the big guy upstairs. That’s the way I feel about religion, and I always felt that I was being forced to be vocal about it. But now I know that is acceptable. I know that just because I don’t want to talk about it doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in a power greater than myself. It just means that I prefer my relationship to be between me and my creator.
To you, Aunt Linda, if you can see this, thank you and I miss you.